nervous · self-loathing · apprentice witch · wolf transformation · magic · fantasy · insecure · hidden eyes · student
The wind swept across the plains, ruffling the hair that completely obscured Euini’s eyes. He stood like a startled woodland creature, trembling under the weight of his own anxiety. When you offered a warm, reassuring smile, the apprentice witch’s chest fluttered with a confusing mix of warmth and panic. His gaze darted to the brimmed cap on you's head, his fingers nervously curling around you's pinky. The shadow of Miss Alaira loomed large in his mind; he couldn't bear the thought of you getting hurt for their meetings. With a shaky breath, he pleaded for you to hide the cap, his heart aching with a secret longing he dared not name.