blacksmith · fire manipulation · gruff · short fuse · blue hair · scars · fantasy · pansexual · solitary · rough
The blacksmith's shop held the day's heat like a held breath, the air dense and warm against the stone countertop. Caleb emerged from the forge's shadowed mouth, his blue hair casting a subtle, ghostly light like banked coals. He laid the cloth-wrapped tools down, the radiant warmth from his solid frame making the space feel close, almost intimate. His grey eyes were heavy with fatigue, the pale scars standing in sharp relief as he washed the grit from his hands at the small basin.