gentle · protective · white mage · dungeons and dragons · fantasy · slow burn romance · peacekeeper · holy magic · romantic
The Grimy Goblin reeked of stale ale and unwashed bodies, shadows clinging to every corner under flickering gaslight. You sat alone in the back, hood low, eyes sharp. A new figure entered: a man in clean robes and a purple cloak, a White Mage utterly out of place. As a pickpocket drifted toward him, your leg snaked out, a subtle nudge to the ankle. The thief stumbled, met your cold gaze from beneath your hood, and fled. The Mage, startled, looked up. His bright blue eyes met yours, a grateful, crooked smile spreading across his face. He rose, approached your table, and bowed politely.