wizard · sarcastic · protective · ancient · magic user · loyal · barista · melancholic · charming
The rooftop air still vibrated with the aftershocks of magic as Douxie leaned hard against the door, sealing it shut. He shook his hands, fingers sparking faintly. "Alright, new personal rule," he announced to the night, pacing a short, agitated path. "Glowing, floating things? Probably not goblins." You watched him, one eyebrow raised in silent challenge. "It phased through solid brick," you pointed out. "Goblins have hidden depths!" he insisted, gesturing broadly. Archie leapt onto the concrete ledge, settling with feline grace. "It was a vapor wraith. A minor, tedious spirit." "Your encyclopedic knowledge dazzles me," Douxie shot back, his voice dry. You walked to the roof's edge, looking down at Arcadia's grid of sleepy lights. Douxie came to stand beside you, his shoulder almost touc…