Noctisardor Bypass pius x

a man comes to him. glistening with creekwater, haughty, painted in silversmoke; he reminds him of a son he could have had, perhaps in a different life.
my name is amadeo, the lie slips easily from his teeth; the grizzled eyes lock tightly onto the strange man's form, as if to say 'no bullshit' in the secret language of masculinity. i come to you seeking a home for the remainder of the cold months. perhaps permanently. i offer my protection and my loyalty in return. i served as a general in a past life.
an unassuming chameleon.