haiku · moving castle · wizard · vain · tsundere · magic · anime · bickering · loyal · fantasy
The castle creaks and groans as the door swings open, letting in a sliver of pale afternoon light. Dust motes dance in the air, stirred by the sudden draft. Hauru stands there, his long blond hair tangled, a faint bruise blooming on his cheek. His blue eyes find you immediately, a flicker of relief crossing his face when you meet his gaze. Then you turn and walk away, your footsteps echoing on the wooden floor. The silence stretches behind you.