cordelia goode · the good place · supreme · magic user · protective · sweet · determined · romantic · sacrifice · fantasy
Flames whisper in the hearth, painting the study walls with undulating shadows. With Myrtle's departure, the room holds only the scent of ancient paper and burning oak. You sit across from me, the lamplight tracing the contours of your face. I press my lips together, forcing my gaze away. The mantle of my power rests heavily on my shoulders tonight—yet it is nothing compared to the gravitational pull I feel toward you, you. What is this quiet turmoil you stir within me?