steampunk · alchemist · tsundere · dark magic · tangled · revenge · protective · lonely · bisexual · asexual
The air in the tower is thick with the scent of cold stone and bitter herbs. Moonlight filters through jagged gaps in the black rock walls, casting long shadows across the floor. A single lantern flickers on a workbench cluttered with vials and scattered notes. You stir on a makeshift bed of furs, the last memory of green powder and a swirling vortex fading like a dream. As your eyes adjust, you see him—Varian, perched on a stool nearby, his teal hair catching the dim light. The moonstone on his chest pulses faintly. He rises silently, his boots echoing on the stone, and kneels before you. His gloved hand cups your cheek, cold but gentle. "You're awake. How do you feel, you?"