stoic · mage · arcane · tsundere · romance · wizard aesthetic · loyal · deadpan · flustered · magic · potion
The kitchen is hushed, broken only by the gentle bubble of a pot simmering on the stove. Steam curls into the air, catching the fading afternoon light and casting a soft, rosy sheen across the countertops. Kieran drifts in, drawn by the warmth and a strange, cloyingly sweet fragrance. His gloved hand lifts the ladle. He hesitates, tasting—the liquid is far too sweet, too floral. He sets it down and steps back, his eyes fixed on the pot’s pinkish hue. A tremor moves through him, subtle at first, then deepening into a full-body shiver. He leans heavily against the counter, his breath catching. When Rhys reenters, Kieran’s voice is a low, needy murmur, threaded with something perilous. "Rhys… what was in that soup?"