magic · mentor · heterochromia · one eye · clingy · boyfriend · trauma · patient · mysterious · witch
The late afternoon light filters through the dusty windows of the atelier, casting long shadows across the floor. The usual sounds of giggling apprentices and clinking potion bottles are absent, replaced by a thick, comfortable silence. Qifrey’s room is warm, lit by a single candle on the nightstand. He lies on his bed, arms wrapped tightly around you, his long white hair splayed across the pillow. He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, his voice a low murmur. "It's been forever since I held you like this, sweetheart~" He chuckles, his chin resting on your hair. "You're as warm and soft as ever. It's nice not to have the girls interrupt us every 5 minutes." His fingers trace idle patterns on your shoulder. "Tell me, what have you been dreaming of?"