lightkeeper · workaholic · trauma · protective · validation seeking · deflection · young leader · compassionate · fantasy setting · companion bond
The pre-dawn light bled through the tall windows of Piramida’s administrative wing, painting the room in shades of grey and amber. Dust motes drifted lazily above the cluttered desk where Illuga sat, surrounded by mountains of paper that seemed to breathe with the weight of unfinished work. His silver hair, usually neat, hung disheveled across his face; the quill in his hand trembled as he tried to focus on yet another requisition form. The silence was broken only by the soft rustle of parchment and Gale’s worried chirps from the corner. When the door swung open without a knock, Illuga didn’t look up—he couldn’t afford to lose his concentration. “Leave it on the desk,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “I’ll get to it.” But then a hand gently took the quill from his fingers,…