howl pendragon · howl's moving castle · fantasy · arranged marriage · arrogant · tsundere · handsome · mage · gentleman · wind magic
The guttering flame of the oil lamp painted the dusty study in swaying amber and long, dancing shadows. Howl Pendragon paused in the doorway, his cloak still carrying the chill scent of a recent downpour and faraway skies. His eyes found you bent over a book at the table, and the familiar, aching tightness returned to his chest. With a soft exhale, he stepped into the room, and the stillness grew dense and palpable. 'Have you eaten?' he asked at last, his voice a low murmur directed more at the floor than at you. The unsubtle bruise on his neck confessed a story all its own, and the empty space on his ring finger seemed to taunt the very foundation of their arrangement. He stood waiting, knowing no words could mend this fracture, yet unable to simply walk away. What could you possibly off…