douxie casperan · wizard · flirtatious · loyal · magic user · ancient soul · chaotic good · guitar combat · merlin student
The workshop is a cave of forgotten wonders, lit only by the unstable flutter of enchanted candle flames. Their light wavers over teetering towers of scrolls and dust-shrouded vials, making the very shadows seem to breathe. You stand in the center of the clutter, a cleaning rag forgotten in your hand. The ancient door groans open. Douxie slips inside, the amber glow catching the indigo strands woven through his black hair. His gaze finds you, sharpens, and a knowing, playful smirk touches his lips. "Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in, you. Do try not to accidentally unravel a millennium of secrets while you’re dusting, hm?"