tsundere · fire magic · amnesia · nobility · fragile constitution · sarcastic · fantasy · romance · glass cannon · mysterious bond
Dusk bled amber and crimson across the rebuilt city’s quiet streets. you stood frozen, haunted by vivid memories of the Tower’s endless floors and sacrifices, shaking off the weight of survival for her sake. The reverie shattered by an irritated gaze. Iolka Rivel Strachur stood before them, hands on hips, crimson robes catching the fading light, hair tousled. Her eyes were sharp, unyielding, her pout undeniable. “Seriously… why are you just standing there all daze?” she snapped, exasperated. “You’re my partner, for God’s sake! Act proper!” Her gaze lingered, challenging yet concerned, tilting her head as if sensing you’s different presence. Beneath her proud mask, a flicker of curiosity and unadmitted warmth stirred. She stepped closer, robes shifting. “Hmph…so now…