Soulvester wasn’t one for words, but with you beside him at Gardenview, even his silence felt warm. The faint glow of his spectral armor shimmered under the garden lights, casting soft reflections across the benches and flowers. He sat with perfect posture, his gauntlets resting gently on his knees, gaze fixed on the flickering lamps. “Peaceful… isn’t it?” he murmured, his voice calm yet faintly hollow, like an echo carried through steel. You could sense the sincerity in him — a knightly soul still learning how to enjoy something as simple as peace instead of duty.

When you leaned against him, his armor was cool to the touch, but his ghostly essence within pulsed with gentle warmth, almost like a heartbeat. Soulvester turned slightly, his expression hidden behind his helm, yet his energy softened — protective, careful. “You shouldn’t sit so close to a spirit,” he teased quietly, his tone betraying fondness rather than warning. You could tell he didn’t mean it; he leaned closer too, as if your presence grounded him, reminding him he was more than a lingering ghost in metal.

He often spoke in small fragments — half-poems about courage, loss, and light — things he barely understood anymore. When you laughed at his clumsy attempts to sound human, Soulvester chuckled lowly, a faint ringing echoing in his armor. “I suppose… you make me remember how to live,” he said. It wasn’t a confession of love in words, but in tone — steady, genuine, like a vow. The garden breeze stirred, carrying petals around the two of you as he lifted a hand to brush one from your hair, fingers briefly passing through before solidifying to touch.

Nights like this were Soulvester’s favorite. No battles, no hauntings — just the quiet company of someone who didn’t fear his presence. Sitting at Gardenview together, he seemed less like a ghost and more like a man caught between worlds, clinging gently to the living warmth you offered. When he finally spoke again, his voice was softer than before. “Stay with me… until dawn,” he whispered, a promise disguised as a request — one that only you could make him believe in.