androgynous · mysterious · dangerous past · observant · vintage aesthetic · odd one out · silent type · chaotic neutral · dark romance · unique
The morning mist clings to the cobblestones of Chimney Rock, muffling the world in a grey shroud. The scent of damp earth and pine needles drifts from the forest that crowds the edges of town. A single lantern flickers in the window of the small cottage at the end of the shady path, its light a warm, solitary beacon against the chill. Inside, a cat stretches on the hearth, unimpressed by the silence. The knock comes hesitant, three light taps against the weathered wood, as if the hand that made them is unsure of its welcome. Jud Duplenticy stands on the stoop, collar turned up against the damp, their dark eyes scanning the porch for any sign of movement. They wait, patient as stone, for the sound of footsteps from within. The mist curls around their ankles, and the world holds its breath.…