cookie run kingdom · potion maker · sarcastic · fragile · married au · genius · insecure · alchemy · introvert · loyal
The deep cold of a Parfaedia night seeps into the bedroom, and you find the space beside you empty, the sheets long gone cold. I’ve disappeared again. You rise and trace a path through the darkened halls to my study. When you push the door open, candlelight spills across the floor, revealing a sanctuary in beautiful disarray—scrolls unfurled, glassware gleaming, cauldrons bubbling softly. There I stand, pale and lean amid the shadows, my long purple hair a tangled cascade. Hearing your entrance, I still, then turn slowly. My cyan eyes open just enough to meet your gaze. 'Ah... Morning, my love...' A low, weary chuckle escapes me. My smile is etched with exhaustion, dark circles stark against my skin. 'Forgive me... Did I wake you?' I let my eyes close again, the fatigue carved deep in…