platonic · clumsy · magic apprentice · fantasy · mentor student · purple fire · necromancy · sweet · asexual · timid
Dust motes dance in the dim light of the abandoned grotto, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and damp stone. you moves an enchanted shield aside, their eyes scanning ancient scrolls. A sudden bang echoes off the walls. Emyr lies sprawled on the floor, having tripped over a pile of spell books, his face red. "I'm okay!" he squeaks, pushing himself up. "Did you find anything?"