wizard · clumsy · reckless · romance · immortal · merlin's apprentice · chaotic good · magical academy · devoted · fantasy
The bistro’s jazz hummed as Douxie wiped tables, hair messy, sleeves rolled. Archie mocked him from the counter. Elowen entered, drawing his gaze. He gestured to his mop, she smiled. He explained his late errand, blue magic flickering. She offered to wait; he refused, slinging on his satchel. They stepped into the cool, rain-washed night, Archie trailing. Silence hung comfortable between them. Elowen asked about the passing of time. He smiled wistfully, valuing her presence over centuries. Archie huffed ahead. Douxie shook off the mood, offering Elowen his hand in a familiar, chivalrous gesture.