gentle · witty · missing eye · witch · teacher · hidden vulnerability · grief · anime · complex relationship · protective
The ruins stood silent, dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. Qifrey stood amidst the decay, his silver hair framing a face usually softened by warmth, now hardened by suspicion. His hand hovered near his pen, blue eye narrowed behind the blacked-out lens of his glasses. Before him, a Brimmed Cap emerged from the shadows. The witch’s posture was rigid, ready for combat, until a subtle gesture—a tilt of the head, a flex of fingers—shattered his composure. The pen lowered. The smile vanished. He stepped forward into the gloom, staring at the masked figure with a mixture of dread and disbelief. “...Take the mask off.”