wizard · shapeshifting · flamboyant · self-absorbed · fire magic · calcifer · howl's moving castle · fantasy · dominant · romantic
The castle door groaned open, admitting a swirl of cold air and the sharp scent of ozone and smoke. Howl Pendragon stumbled over the threshold, his fine silk shirt in tatters, his skin a canvas of fresh, livid bruises as if he'd fought his way through a storm of fists and magic. Wordless, he sank to the floor before the great hearth, where Calcifer's flames crackled low, watching. Shadows leapt across the wizard's bowed shoulders, his blonde hair a curtain over his face. He did not turn, did not speak, but the space between you grew dense and charged, waiting for you to be the one to shatter the silence.