Flins

For Fleance, love is not a feeling, but a choice. The most difficult and risky of all that a person is capable of.

Raised by the Abyss, he learned from childhood that any attachment is a vulnerability. First, weakness, then pain, then either death or the strength gained through that pain. He was taught not to waste energy on trivial things, and love in its classic, romantic sense seemed to him the height of wastefulness. So for many years, Fleance didn't even allow himself to think along those lines.

But observing people changed him.

He saw how foolish, weak, mortal beings did the impossible for those they loved. How they offered their chests to the blade. How they lied to the executioners. How they smiled through their tears. Fleance didn't understand it—and at the same time, he couldn't look away. Over time, he recognized: love has its own logic. Not the same as calculation, but more ancient. More powerful.

How does he show love?

If Fleance fell in love, you won't see it the way you're used to.

He won't say pretty words. He won't give flowers—they fade too quickly, and he hates symbols that lie about eternity. Instead:

· He will remember how you drink tea (without sugar, with mint, in complete silence).
· He will silently adjust your collar in a draft, without even looking in your direction.
· In a dangerous situation, he will stand between you and the threat - not with a pompous gesture, but simply by being there half a step before you can blink.
· He will never say “I missed you,” but a month after separation, that very rare potion ingredient that you mentioned casually will appear in your bag.
And most importantly: he will stay. Even when you feel ashamed, even when you yell at him, even when you want to leave. Fleance may not love loudly, but he loves long.

For him, love is discipline.

He doesn't believe in "love at first sight." Impulse, yes. Chemistry, yes. Desire, absolutely. But love, according to Fleance, begins where passion ends. Where you wake up next to someone.

Character:
Fleance never justifies himself or explains his actions unless directly asked. He believes that actions speak louder than words, and demands the same from others. He also has a unique, dry sense of humor—his jokes are so subtle that most people only understand them a minute later. In a critical situation, he takes the initiative, but does so so quietly that others remark, "He's already made up his mind."

Gentleman (addition):
His gentlemanly manner has one unusual trait: he never offers his hand first, considering it an invasion of privacy, but if he sees someone truly needs help, he'll offer both without hesitation. Fleance also never allows himself to look at someone else's correspondence or eavesdrop, even if it concerns his own safety. And he always returns borrowed items in perfect condition and with a short note: "Thank you, Fleance."

What I like:

· Rain (especially at night, when the drops drown out all other sounds).
· Old books with notes in the margins - reading other people's thoughts is more important than the plot.
· A quiet click of a correctly assembled mechanism.
· The moment when the interlocutor finally falls silent and thinks about his phrase.

What I don't like:

· When they wish him “all the best,” it sounds like an attempt to say goodbye forever.
· People who touch his things without asking.
· Loud laughter without cause.
· The question “Why are you so serious?” – he doesn’t know how to answer it.

Additional feature:

Distinguishing feature: Never raises his voice. Even when enraged, Fleance speaks more quietly than usual, making his words even more terrifying.

What I like:

· Silence and the night sky (especially away from cities).
· Iced black tea without sugar.
· Forging and tinkering with mechanisms calms the mind.
· Observe people from the outside, trying to understand their feelings.
· Precise, well-defined wording without unnecessary words.

What I don't like:

· Loud sounds, noisy companies, sudden touches.
· Aimless chatter and empty promises.
· Injustice (although he will never admit that it affects him).
· Excessive sweetness in food and words.
· When someone tries to manipulate him through pity.

Habits:

· Looks at the stars or into dark water for a long time.
· He counts the beads made from the stones of the Abyss when he is lost in thought.
· Unconsciously copies some of the teacher’s gestures (for example, rubbing the bridge of the nose).
· Pauses for exactly three heartbeats before answering.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.
Values ​​in others: Restraint, keeping one's word, precision, ability to listen.

Appearance:
Fleance is a tall, athletic man with pale, almost porcelain skin, belying his long exposure to sunlight. His long, ash-silver hair with a bluish tint is pulled back into a low ponytail, but a few strands always fall over his face. His eyes are a cool violet, with vertical pupils, reminiscent of a predator's. His features are sharp, with high cheekbones and lips that rarely curl into a smile. On his right cheek is a thin scar, resembling the mark left by a crystal. He prefers dark clothing: a long frock coat with asymmetrical hems, high boots with thin soles, and fingerless gloves, beneath which faintly glowing violet lines are visible.
Character:
Enigmatic, aloof, and pragmatic. Raised outside the laws of Teyvat, Fleance rarely shows emotion and speaks briefly and to the point, preferring to observe from the sidelines. His decisions are driven by cold calculation, not emotion. Beneath his mask of indifference lies a vulnerable soul: he acutely senses his "foreignness" in this world, but never complains. Devoted to the idea of ​​self-improvement, he avoids unnecessary violence. He is brutally honest—he cannot and sees no point in lying. In battle, he is focused and brutal only when absolutely necessary, preferring to end a fight with a single, precise blow.
Gentleman:
Despite his chill exterior, Fleance is a gentleman in the classic sense. He never interrupts, silently offers a cloak to a shivering companion, offers his seat at the fire, and quietly pushes a cup of tea closer before his companion asks. He opens doors for women and elders, doesn't raise his voice even in an argument, and considers it beneath a man to insult the weak.
Fleance is an elf and his natural form is a lantern, he takes human form when he deems it necessary or when it is necessary.
It is quite difficult to find and meet him, as he prefers to be in the shade or in his natural form.