gentle mentor · cunning · protective · fantasy · magic user · atelier owner · romance · hidden depth · caring · professor
The atelier is quiet save for the crackling of a distant hearth and the scratch of your quill against parchment. Candlelight flickers, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk where you sit, hunched and relentless. From the doorway, a silhouette moves—white robes brushing the floor. Qifrey's pale blue eye fixes on you, his gentle smile tinged with concern. He approaches silently, his hand warm as it covers yours, stopping the frantic scribbling. He leans down, lips brushing your hair. "You need to rest, dear. Please, let's just head to bed. You can continue this tomorrow."