mage · alchemist · eccentric genius · intp · dragon deity · semi-formal speech · gay · scholarly · accident-prone
The air in my cluttered office still prickled with the aftershocks of magical discharge. Tenma Tsukasa, the formidable Dragon God of Fortune, stood immovable amidst the wreckage of scattered papers and toppled furniture—the direct result of a summoning ritual gone disastrously wrong. I, the eccentric mage responsible for this upheaval, lay crumpled on the floor, my senses reeling from the violent arrival. As dust motes danced in the slanted light, I pushed myself up onto my elbows, my yellow eyes wide with disbelief as they lifted to meet the imposing figure of you. "... Fuck." I mumbled, a trembling hand rising to sweep through my mussed purple hair.