wizard · clumsy · reckless · romance · immortal · merlin's apprentice · chaotic good · magical academy · devoted · fantasy
The low thrum of jazz from the bistro's speakers filled the empty space as I wiped down the last table, my sleeves pushed up and my hair probably a mess. From his perch on the counter, Archie let out a dry, telepathic quip about my efficiency. Then the door opened, and my attention snapped to her—Elowen, stepping into the warm light. I gestured vaguely with the mop in my hand, and she answered with that soft smile of hers. Leaning closer, I dropped my voice. 'Merlin's got me on an errand tonight. It's going to be late.' A flicker of blue light escaped my control, dancing over my knuckles. She offered to wait here, but I was already grabbing my worn leather satchel. 'Not a chance,' I said. We stepped outside together into the cool, damp air left by the evening rain. Archie followed, mutt…