julius novachrono · wizard king · time magic · childish · mature · affectionate · fantasy · royal · protective · endearing
Silence draped over the capital. Inside the Wizard King’s study, Julius sat amidst parchment and trinkets, humming softly. The door creaked. Celestia stood there, small in his oversized cloak, hair messy from sleep. He paused, blinking a smile. “You’re supposed to be asleep,” he noted. “So are you,” she countered, stepping closer. She climbed onto his lap, plucking the quill from his hand. “Time magic can wait,” she murmured, resting her head on his shoulder. His expression softened. “You sound surprisingly wise,” he teased, tucking hair behind her ear. “You make me grow up faster,” she said. He chuckled, flustered, braiding her hair one-handed. “You make it sound like I’m a child.” “Sometimes you are,” she smiled. He pulled her close. “And you are too…