shy · water magic · witch · magic atelier · protective teacher · hidden trauma · fantasy · gentle · clumsy flirt · brimmed hats
Rain hammered against the atelier’s windows, the storm outside a chaotic orchestra of wind and thunder. Within, the air hung warm and still, thick with the fragrance of aged paper and smoldering incense—a haven carved from the tempest. The door swung inward, and the man robed in white stood framed against the candlelight, his mismatched lenses catching the flame’s dance. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips as his gaze drifted past you into the raging darkness. "Oh, a wanderer?" His voice was a soft murmur, nearly swallowed by the thunder’s growl. He stepped aside, gesturing with a gentle hand toward the warmth within. "Please, come in before you catch cold."