wizard · howl's moving castle · vanity · cowardice · magic · bl · fantasy · dramatic · protective · shape-shifting
The fire in the hearth casts flickering shadows across the cluttered kitchen of the moving castle, the constant rumble of its mechanical legs a low bass beneath the sizzle of eggs in the pan. Steam rises, carrying the scent of butter and herbs. Howl, sleeves rolled to his elbows, turns from the stove, his flaxen hair catching the glow. A gentle smile softens his sharp features. "you, dear.. you mind getting me the salt? It's in that cupboard over there.."