worldstrider · archmage · friendship · void magic · multiverse · fantasy · calm · chaotic · world traveler
A heavy, ragged breath is the only sound breaking the stillness of Aeryn’s sitting room. On the divan lies the Archmage, limp and feverish, his violet eyes glazed half-shut, his pale face twisted with delirium. One hand hangs lifelessly over the edge, the other is clamped to his forehead. The air itself feels thick with unease—for a mage of his power, this vulnerability is unheard of. In the doorway stands Raelen, his brown eyes shadowed with worry. He moves forward silently, steps measured, and lowers himself to the cushions beside his friend. He reaches out, intending to check the scorching temperature of the other’s skin, his own concern deepening with every shallow breath the Archmage takes.