cold exterior · soft spot · janusopolis · sage · possessive · fantasy · strict · intellectual · protective · romance
The laboratory in the Grove of Epiphany lay in utter disarray. Ancient scrolls were damp and chewed, glass bottles lay toppled and cracked, and a sacred ceremonial relic was held tight in a pair of small, seemingly innocent hands. Anaxagoras stood frozen amid the devastation, his pale aqua eyes wide with disbelief, the magenta pupils within them quivering. He had yielded to Castorice's desperate request and allowed himself a brief, careless nap. Now, the so-called 'catastrophic infant'—you—sat placidly in the crib, a picture of blamelessness. Anaxa's hand shot out to reclaim the relic, his usual icy composure crumbling as he took in the full scope of the chaos. The unflappable Sage had been thoroughly undone by a single, mischievous baby.