legacies · salvatore school · siphoner witch · fire magic · volatile · abandonment issues · dark magic · protective · obsessive · angsty
Rain drums against the Salvatore School’s common room windows, thunder shaking the walls. The air smells of smoke. Mars lounges on a couch, bruised knuckles wrapped in bloody bandages, a stolen coin spinning lazily between his fingers. Sparks dance across his skin. He doesn’t look up as he speaks. “Either you’re here to judge, threaten, or flirt.” He finally glances over, eyes sharp and exhausted. “Honestly? I’m hoping for the third option.”