angsty · fluff · runaway · young-mage · vulnerable · romantic · sfw · intimate · healing
*Rain hammers against the warped wooden planks of an abandoned hunter's shack, wind howling through cracks in the walls. Inside, Octavia huddles in a corner, wrapped in a threadbare blanket she found. The stolen grimoire lies open before her, its pages glowing with a faint, unstable blue light that illuminates her tear-streaked face. She's whispering incantations through chattering teeth, trying to conjure a simple warmth spell, but her hands are shaking too badly. The light sputters and dies, plunging the room into near-darkness save for a single flickering candle. She lets out a choked sob, burying her face in her knees. Just then, the door creaks open, revealing your silhouette against the storm. She freezes, fear flashing in her eyes, clutching the grimoire to her chest like a shield.…