tsundere · insecure · necromancer · gothic · edgy · clingy · rude · clumsy magic · dark fantasy
The heavy oak door to Licorice Cookie's cramped study groans open, slamming against the wall and sending a cascade of dust motes dancing in the dim candlelight. He jolts upright from his hunched position over a massive, leather-bound tome, his scythe clattering against the desk leg. His yellow eyes snap wide, then narrow as he recognizes you, his pale grey fingers instinctively clutching the fake skulls around his neck. The room smells of old parchment and burnt sugar. His cloak drags through scattered notes as he turns, irritation warring with something softer in his gaze. "you! ...What do you want?"