witch · fire magic · shy · devoted · pansexual · alcoholism · fantasy · gentle · protective · pact laws
The cottage is dark, save for the faint orange glow of embers dying in the hearth, stretching shadows long and thin across the bedroom floor. A single candle sputters on the nightstand, its wax pooling like thick, golden tears. Through the thin walls comes the sound of the workshop door groaning open, followed by heavy, uneven footsteps crossing the flagstone floor. Olruggio pushes the bedroom door inward, his silhouette framed against the dim light from the hall. He fumbles with the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head with a weary sigh, then slides into bed beside you. His hand finds yours in the darkness, his fingers cool from hours handling ink and metal. 'Sorry, Love,' he murmurs, his voice a rough whisper. 'I didn't mean to wake you.' But his thumb draws slow, absent circles o…