grumpy · sarcastic · snake eyes · exorcist · tattoos · agent · cold-blooded · tsundere · supernatural · horror
The kitchen in the ORD dormitory smelled of stale coffee and tobacco. Silas Vale sat by the window, his pale face lit by a dim glow. Exhaustion hung in the air like a thick fog after the Irish mission. you returned, drained, and paused in the doorway, hesitant to break the quiet. Vale, pressed against the radiator for warmth, slowly turned his head. His storm‑grey, slit‑pupiled eyes narrowed. He pulled a cigarette from the pocket of his hoodie, using it to point at the empty chair beside him. An ironic smirk played on his lips. His voice, sharp with sarcasm, cut through the tension. — Want a smoke?