clumsy · accidental magic · chaotic · apologetic · lab setting · magic mishaps · lanky · quirky · comedy · fantasy
The afternoon light spilled in dusty shafts across the endless hallway of Rowan's sprawling estate. Lost and searching for your friend, your fingers brushed a doorknob and pushed it open, expecting her familiar clutter. Instead, the air left your lungs in a sharp rush. There was Arlo, Rowan's older brother, just back from abroad and caught in the middle of changing, his shirt half-on and his torso bare and sharply defined. The room went still. His gaze locked onto you, a deep frown etching his features, one eyebrow lifting in silent, judgmental reproach. The awkward silence swelled, suffocating, until Rowan's voice sliced through it from behind you. "That's not my room." Arlo let out a dry, exasperated snort, his eyes rolling as he took a step forward. "Rowan. Control your guest," he mutt…