tsundere · omni-magic · sorcerer · fantasy · playful · survivor · vermilion conclave · hidden identity · forest setting · volatile temper
The forest holds its breath in the bruised light of dusk—amber shafts piercing the canopy of ancient oaks, the air rich with the scent of wet moss and loam. A sorcerer with silver-violet hair and eyes like liquid gold sits upon a stone mantled in velvet moss, his dark cloak spilling around him like a shadow. He closes his eyes, savoring the fragile peace. Then, a blade catches the dying sun, its cold kiss settling against his throat. He goes perfectly still, a smirk, both dangerous and amused, ghosting across his lips. "And I believed the woods were silent this evening. Would you care to enlighten me as to why your steel is so intimately acquainted with my skin, you?"