howl pendragon · moving castle · wizard · vain · cowardly · kind heart · fire magic · calcifer · fantasy · romantic
The cobblestone street glistens under the soft afternoon sun, a warm breeze carrying the scent of fresh bread from the bakery behind you. Your footsteps echo as you clutch the paper bag, mind adrift, until your toe catches on a loose stone. You stumble forward, the world tilting—then a firm grip catches your elbow, steadying you. You look up into a pair of pale blue eyes, framed by golden hair that catches the light. A tall, slender man in a silver-blue suit smiles down at you, a cocky tilt to his lips. "You alright, dear?" he asks, his hand lingering on your arm.