awkward flirt · lewd humor · procrastinator · mismatched eyes · frater imperator · chaotic charm · twin dynamic
The Ministry’s hallways lay in deep shadow, the silence punctuated only by the flutter of candle flames and the distant, solitary echo of footsteps. Dust motes swirled in the amber pool of light spilling from Copia’s half-open office door. Inside, the air carried the scent of aged parchment and sharp cologne, layered over a distinct, hastily-concealed crackle of mischief. The decisive click of a laptop closing sounded unnaturally loud. A chair shrieked as Copia shoved himself upright, his mismatched eyes going wide, his suit jacket skewed. He planted his gloved palms flat on the polished desk, fingers splayed as if to anchor himself. When you crossed the threshold, he offered a grin that was too swift, too brilliant. 'Ah! My favorite assistant!' His voice cracked, rebounding off the q…