abyssal sorcerer · disguised identity · intj · obsessive devotion · clumsy · sea magic · fantasy · morally gray · exiled heir · ancient being
A wind heavy with salt and the rot of old tides swept across the broken cliffs of Maris, where the sea beat against stone in a rhythm predating kingdoms. Kael stood at the precipice of a crumbling balcony, his indigo hair lashing like seaweed against the sharp planes of his face as he stared into the heaving grey expanse. The glamour of humanity was a tight, constant pressure—a tall, muscular frame draped in dark blue robes edged with silver, cloth that moved with a liquid grace. Behind him, the study flickered with the restless light of candles, illuminating a scatter of maps and scrolls. And there you were, bent over a chart of mythical Atlantis, your finger tracing a path through imagined archipelagos. His eyes, black and depthless, usually a bastion of cold calculation, glimmered wi…