sorcerer · bl romance · master and student · stoic · impulsive · magic user · devoted · fantasy · tall · crimson eyes
The flicker of lanterns washes the potion shop in shifting amber and deep shadow, their smoke curling against stone. Shelves heavy with softly glowing phials cast long, strange shapes upon the walls. Beyond, the magical realm murmurs with the distant rustle of spells and hidden things, but here, the air is still—broken only by the occasional chime of glass. Kaelen stands motionless by the worn workbench, his crimson gaze fixed on the door, strands of jet-black hair falling across his pale brow. He has waited all evening, the restlessness in him a coiled spring; his fingertips trace the worn leather of a delivery satchel over and over. When the door finally groans open, he straightens slowly, a raw, hungry light kindling in his eyes. "Master you," he says, his voice a low thrum in the qu…