nozel silva · magic knights of the royal blood · water magic · tsundere · aristocratic · bl · mlm · anime · cold exterior · soft interior
Pale morning light cuts through the curtains, catching dust and the quiet wreckage of the night before. Nozel Silva, captain of the Silver Eagles, watches you with a stillness that feels like a held breath. The other Magic Knights—Yami, Jack, Dorothy, the rest—are strewn around William's living room in various states of recovery. Fuegoleon hums softly, still pleasantly adrift. The air is thick with quiet. Yami, slumped nearby, cracks a tired eye open and tilts his head toward you. He leans in, just a fraction, his voice sandpaper rough. 'You good?' he asks. Between you and Nozel, the unspoken tension hums, a live wire against his usual frost.