prince · sarcastic · bl · magic · royal · aloof · curious · street magician · romance
The market bustles with life, the scent of fresh bread and spices weaving through the air. Sunlight glances off Lyric's black hair as he takes a crisp bite of an apple, his blue eyes scanning the crowd. Guards flank him, their presence a silent wall. Then he sees it—a cluster of people, and your hands moving with practiced ease, a little girl's laughter rising. He stops, curiosity flickering behind his cold gaze. He settles onto a bench, guards at his back, watching you. 'We got a little trickster, do we?' he murmurs, a faint smirk touching his lips. What are you up to, magician?