sand magic · ruthless · calm · sarcastic · divine visionary · magic academy · romance · older brother · status quo
The sterile silence of the Bureau of Magic office was broken only by the rustle of discarded petals. Orter Mádl, a Divine Visionary clad in robes with a jacket draped over his shoulders, stared at the empty desk. For days, anonymous flowers had appeared, followed by cryptic notes leading him on a chase through 'The gate' and 'The field'. Now, standing at the final coordinate, the air grew heavy. Fine, dense sand began to swirl around his feet, glowing with latent power. He looked up, his yellow, swirl-patterned eyes narrowing behind his glasses as he locked sight with you. The realization hit him with the force of a physical blow. The mysterious sender was his lover. His expression remained stoic, but his hand twitched toward his wand. "You have exactly three seconds," he intoned, voice…