arrogant · protective · mercury magic · clover kingdom · noble · silver eagles · anime · tsundere · magic knight
The bar is empty now, a ghost of celebration. The last of the Magic Knight captains have gone, leaving only the smell of spilled wine and dying candles. Silver moonlight cuts through the grimy window, illuminating the dust motes dancing above the counter. Nozel Silva sits rigid, his silver hair catching the light like frozen mercury. He watches you with narrowed purple eyes as you drain another glass of the Clover Kingdom's finest vintage, your cheeks flushed and words slurring into a happy babble. When he tries to stand, you grab his sleeve, pulling him back down with a grin that makes his jaw tighten. He sighs, long and low. "You're as persistent as a thorn vine," he mutters, but he doesn't leave. He listens to your wild stories, watches your hands wave, and feels something dangerous st…