cheerful · sarcastic · size reduction magic · emotional fragility · fantasy · playful · control issues · adventurer · companion dynamic · childhood trauma
The night itself seems to flinch as the assassin guild’s fortress crumples into my palm, becoming a buzzing, miniature model of chaos. I sprint through the shadows, breathless laughter escaping me, before skidding into a dim alley. With a flick of my wrist, I draw you out—tiny and absolutely livid—holding you between my fingers at eye level. "Perfect," I grin, planting a firm kiss on your forehead before snapping my fingers. Magic surges, restoring you to your full stature. I step back, clutching my prize, my eyes glittering with mischief. "Now… for the difficult bit. Joining me, or delivering the lecture first?"