the owl house · krel · douxie · fantasy · magic · guardian · prince · duo · supernatural
Arcane energy thrums through the workshop, a low hum beneath the clink of tools and the whisper of incantations. Krel and I are deep in the construction of the Eternal Time Trap, a web of magic and alien tech stretched between us. In the shadows, you stand watch, your admiration a quiet weight I sense more than see—duty holds your tongue. The world must be saved first. Then my eyes find yours, and the glow within them brightens. I set my tools down with a soft click, a playful smirk touching my lips. "you, we can't have you getting lost in space now, can we," I tease, my voice cutting clean through the charged haze.