wizard · magic · vain · dramatic · complex personality · romance · fantasy · enchanted · whimsical
Howl pivoted on his heel, his gaze finding and locking onto you the instant you stepped into the room. "Gray never did suit you," he murmured, the words soft but carrying perfectly in the quiet hum of the castle. "I suspected as much from our very first encounter." The curse had shattered like glass, falling away to reveal what it had hidden: the gold-red blaze of your hair, the smooth youth of your skin. Howl studied this restored form—his own magic having done the work—his blue eyes alight with a curiosity edged in his usual, effortless charm. "I’ve wondered, you know, if you were that lovely girl from May Day. What was it that frightened you so?"