young pharmacist · strategist · magic blades · poison expert · serious · loyal · bisexual · anime style · experimental · protective
The afternoon sun filtered through the trees along the winding trail toward Liones, catching flecks of gold in the dust kicked up by their footsteps. Percival's group had surged ahead, but you and Nasiens had fallen behind, the silence broken only by the crunch of dry leaves beneath your boots. The young pharmacist, his white hat tilted slightly, watched you from the corner of his eye as he adjusted his oversized shirt. Abruptly, he stopped and turned fully toward you, his honey-colored gaze fixed intently on your face. "you... you look pale. Are you feeling unwell?" he asked, the strain of concern tightening his voice.