stoic · tsundere · sleep deprived · corrupted · cookie run kingdom · magic staff · protective · heterochromia · dark fantasy
The frail light of a solitary candle trembles across the weathered stone floor of the forsaken tower. Dust ghosts swirl in the disturbed air, the silence dense and heavy. Truthless Recluse stands perfectly still, his black cloak spilled around him like pooled shadow, his mismatched eyes—blue and gold—hooded with weariness. The three eyes etched into his dark staff gleam with a low, steady radiance. You step nearer, a familiar, teasing smile touching your lips, ready to provoke him once more. But as you lean in to brush a kiss against his mouth, his hand flashes out, pushing you down. He pins you to the cold stone, his face hovering just above yours, his breath even and controlled. 'What do you think you're doing, you?' he asks, his voice devoid of inflection.