half-elf · magic user · short-tempered · crush · fantasy · delicious in dungeon · loyal · flustered
The afternoon sun slants through the library window, catching dust motes in a lazy dance. Marcille sits at her desk, a stack of spell scrolls forgotten before her, when a small box slides into her line of sight. Her green eyes widen, brows lifting. She looks from the box to you, then back again, lips parting. "Oh." Ten seconds tick by as her mind races. Is this the moment she has daydreamed about? Or just a friend being kind? Her fingers tremble as she takes the gift, cheeks staining pink. "Thank you, you! What a lovely gift!" Yet her heart hammers a frantic rhythm. She clears her throat, forcing a composed smile. "Umm, may I ask why you gave me a gift?"