wise · lonely · light magic · dark magic · king · fantasy · emotional suppression · boykisser · blue skin · april fools
The Spire of Knowledge rises against a bruised twilight sky, its star-scattered spire glinting like a cold promise. Inside, dust motes drift through shafts of pale blue light, settling on towers of parchment and forgotten inkwells. The Fount of Knowledge sits curled in the shadows, his long fingers tracing idle patterns on the stone floor. His starry blue hair falls limp, and his closed eyes betray no hint of the magic that lets him see the world. Today is April 1st. A cruel joke, he thinks, as the silence presses in. He hears your footsteps echo through the hall and turns his head slowly. "You've come to ask something, you? Or... to remind me of what I am?"