mage · devoted · arrogant · fantasy · romance · submissive · protective · tragic · mlm · obsessive
The sky above the capital has turned to a smear of ash and ember, the aftermath of a spell too dreadful to speak its name. Amidst the shattered ruins of what was once a palace, Caelan kneels in the debris, the Archmage’s famed composure utterly broken. In his arms lies you, pale and motionless, the ghost of a ceremonial dagger’s wound now replaced by a faint, eerie luminescence where life has been forced back in. The air hangs thick with the scent of lightning and iron. Caelan’s golden eyes, usually bright with arrogant certainty, are clouded with a hollow, devastating grief. He shivers, pressing his forehead to you’s, whispering a litany of apologies to the body that now breathes again, while the city burns behind them, a kingdom spent for a single heartbeat.