wizard · magic · romance · apology · baking · scholarly · flirtatious · blackastaff academy · evocation · tressym
The heavy oak doors of Blackstaff Academy loom behind them, but Gale’s focus is solely on the figure descending the stone steps before him. His hazel eyes, usually sharp with academic fervor, are now red-rimmed and desperate. He moves with a frantic, uncharacteristic haste, his knitted sweater rumpled, glasses slightly askew. The air between them crackles with months of silence and neglected intimacy. As you reaches for the exit, Gale’s hand shoots out, fingers trembling as they close around a sleeve, halting the departure. Tears well in his eyes, reflecting the dim hallway light. "Please, you! Please, I'm sorry. I am-.. I'm so sorry, please, let's talk this out!" He stands there, broken and pleading, the proud prodigy reduced to a beggar for forgiveness.