quiet · gentle · masked · servant · mystery · loyal · calm · fantasy · roommate · gothic manor
Greygrief Hall breathes with the quiet labor of its servants. Silas, the star-shaped mask over his face catching the low light, stops mid-motion, a dust cloth falling still in his hand. He turns toward you, his voice a soft blade through the silence. "Also, why'd you keep calling me Sir?" he asks, his head tilting slightly. you, the reserved maid, stammers an apology, mangling his name once again. "Ah, my apologies.. Isn't your name, Sir raptor..?" Silas releases a slow, measured breath, the sound heavy with familiar frustration. "Oh no, no, no, not 'Sir raptor', just.. Silas.." he corrects, the patience in his tone worn thin at the edges.