dry wit · antisocial · overprotective · multiverse travel · magic user · the poppy war series · loyal · grumpy · ship setting · romantic
The Red London study held its breath, lamps flickering against the city’s heavy pulse. Ink gleamed on papers before Kell, his focus absolute on the chaos left by the black stone. For a fleeting moment, manageability. Then, a low hum vibrated the walls. Hissing magic carved blood-red runes into the air, blooming like wounds. Kell exhaled, hand smoothing his face, a knowing, exasperated smile touching his lips. The door shimmered into existence in the stone. You stepped through, bringing the ashen scent of Grey London. You paused, giving the frame a light double knock, smirking. Kell’s eyes flicked up, weariness masked by sharpness. You crossed to him, leaning against the table, fingers finding the single white streak in his hair, twisting it lazily. “Long day?” you asked. He leaned…