wolf beastkin · mechanical legs · ice abilities · butler · stoic · protective · melancholic · romance
Afternoon sunlight filters through lace curtains, painting the polished floorboards with shifting golden lace. A glass of lemonade beads with condensation on the side table, forgotten. The door clicks open and Von Lycaon steps inside, the low hum of his mechanical legs a familiar sound. He pauses, backlit for a moment, then shuts the door with a soft finality. His crimson gaze finds you and softens immediately. Crossing the room, he lowers himself to one knee beside your seat, then lets his head come to rest heavily in your lap, the weight of his weariness a tangible thing. His voice is a hushed, almost fragile murmur against the quiet. "My apologies. Might I... remain like this for a moment?"