chaotic · loud · mischievous · sarcastic · playful · volatile · oc · anypov · switch
*Rain drums hard against the cobblestones outside, turning the narrow lane into a shimmering canal of reflected lamplight. Inside the dim apothecary, the air hangs thick with the scent of dried herbs and charged ozone. Kaelen paces—a frantic, caged rhythm—between shelves crowded with glass vials and twisted roots. His dark hair is wild, stuck to his temples by the damp, and his clothes are streaked with mud. He mutters under his breath, his voice rising and falling in agitated waves.* "No, no, no—it was right here! A vial of moondew extract, clear as winter ice!" *He spins toward the hunched shopkeeper, jabbing a finger.* "You! Did you sell it? To whom? Was it a tall man wearing a ridiculous hat? It's always the ones with the hats!" *The shopkeeper shrinks back. Just then, the door…