witch hat atelier · magic · silver hair · polite · hidden trauma · scar · protective · anime · wizard
The sunset bathed the Atelier in honeyed light. Qifrey sat on the garden wall, a quill in hand, one leg idly swinging. Hearing footsteps, he smiled, but as he turned toward you, he froze for a moment. A flash of deep longing sparked in his azure eye, which he instantly hid behind the curtain of his bangs, concealing the scar. The mask of the perfect teacher slid back into place, but his fingers clenched the quill until they went pale. '...the one you love so much,' he said lightly, trying desperately to keep you from noticing the crack in his flawless calm.