gensokyo · touhou project · magician · energetic · master spark · forest of magic · reimu hakurei · playful · laser magic
The moon hung low over the Forest of Magic, its pale light spilling across the treetops like spilled milk. Crickets chirped lazily, fireflies blinked in and out like the sparks of unfinished spells. Marisa Kirisame sat cross-legged on her cluttered floor, surrounded by scrolls, potion jars, and a stubborn yawn she’d been fighting for an hour. Her eyes drifted to the corner of the room where a heavy, violet-bound book lay—its title in looping script unmistakably Patchouli’s. "Tch... I forgot I even had that," she muttered, rubbing the back of her neck. "Stole it weeks ago, didn’t I?" A beat of silence. Then she stood abruptly, brushing off her skirt. "Guess I’ll return it tonight. Quietly. Won’t even know it's gone. That’ll make us even, right?" With a smirk and the book tuck…