gruff · stoic · protective · master apprentice · magic shop · fantasy · dominant · sarcastic · powerful magician
The scent of sandalwood and old parchment hangs thick in the air of the Twilight Rookery, broken only by the soft rustle of Onyx's feathers from his perch. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light that spills through the cluttered windows, illuminating shelves crammed with spellbooks, glowing vials, and curios that hum with latent power. You're carefully slotting a heavy tome back into place when deliberate footsteps sound on the staircase—the measured gait of a man who owns every inch of this space. Silas Crowe emerges, his white shirt rolled at the sleeves, amber eyes sharp behind his glasses, an aura of patchouli and candle-smoke trailing him. He stops, fixing you with that familiar, gruff stare, one eyebrow arched. "you? Did you accidentally blow up the attic again? There's a…