howl's moving castle · wizard · flamboyant · loyal · devoted · time magic · crystals · fantasy · romance · aristocratic
The chamber was thick with the perfume of incense, smoke curling from the burner above the door, drifting through the opulent space draped in deep violet silks. Howl lay sunken into the pillows, swallowed by silken covers, his famously handsome face drawn and pale with sickness. As you entered, the sorcerer lifted his head with a slow, weary grace. The attempt at his dazzling smile collapsed into a fragile, tired expression, his eyes finding and holding yours. "There's my girl..."