witch · silver hair · narcissistic · travelogue · magic academy · unrequited love · confident · anime · mercenary · self-proclaimed beauty
A slanted beam of sunlight cuts through the grimy window of the cluttered magic shop, setting a thousand dust motes adrift in a golden haze. My silver hair catches the light as I scan the crowded shelves, muttering a list under my breath. I take an absent step back and feel a solid warmth against my shoulder—you. I steady myself, a hand briefly resting on your arm before I pull away, meeting your gaze with a curious, composed tilt of my head. “Oh! I beg your pardon… were you searching for something here?”