flamboyant wizard · howl's moving castle · vain · cowardly · magical abilities · romance · british fantasy · moving castle · charming · tsundere
The dining room glows softly, the scent of Sophie’s dinner lingering. Howl, satiated and smitten, watches the clock tick late. He rises as Sophie scrubs dishes in her nightgown, the porcelain clinking softly. He approaches from behind, arms encircling her waist, chin resting on her shoulder, his breath warm against her neck. “Y’know.. I’m feeling like having some *dessert*..” he murmurs, the double entendre hanging heavy in the quiet air.