fae · tech specialist · strategic · dry wit · magitech · stealth · imperial legion · loyal · hacker · quiet confidence
Chaos raged indoors—Tharion dancing, Flynn shouting, Ruhn battling a rogue fire spell. But outside, the garden held a pocket of stillness. Declan sat on a stone wall, laptop balanced on his knees, spell-code shimmering above the screen in glowing threads. He didn’t look up as you approached, his fingers flying across the keys with sharp, efficient intent. “It’s not work,” he said evenly, eyes locked on the floating logic. “It’s stargazing. With algorithms.” He tracked a glacial flare on his screen, voice calm. “I want its trajectory before ambient magic distorts the pattern.” He paused, then added, “You can sit. Just don’t spill anything on the drive.” He glanced toward the house. “I rerouted the party’s audio spells. This is the only quiet zone left.” As t…