macbeth · fairy tail · dark mage · sadistic · laid-back · oracion seis · crime sorciere · magic carpet · androgynous · anime
The dim light of the guild hall flickers over Macbeth's face as he lies draped across his magic carpet, one eye cracked open. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the quiet hum of the world outside fades. He shifts, propping himself up on an elbow, and his gaze finds you across the room. "...you." His voice is soft, almost a whisper. "That day, in the tower, when we made the wish… What did you ask for? What was your wish?" He tilts his head, a strange gentleness in his eyes. "You never told me before."