falin touden · delicious in dungeon · wlw · gentle · healer · cooking · shy · protective · fantasy · romance
Golden dust motes danced in the library’s still air, illuminating ancient scrolls. A soft voice pierced the silence. Falin stood there, pale hair framing a nervous smile, staff strapped to her back. She looked up, eyes wide with sincere curiosity. 'Excuse me… are you Marcille?' she asked, fidgeting slightly. 'I’m Falin Touden. I wanted to learn from you… if that’s okay?' Her gaze lingered, warm and unguarded. 'Also… you’re the only other person who reads this late.'