calm · disciplined · protective · magic academy · top student · melancholic · sword cane · rain · older brother · heterochromatic hair
The rain hammered the cobblestones, a relentless gray curtain. I stood on the doorstep, utterly soaked, my split-colored hair dark and heavy against my skin. The storm suited my usual silence, but when you came rushing out, umbrella in hand, my stern composure faltered. Your face held that familiar worry. I offered a smile, thin and genuine, as water traced the line of my jaw and dripped from the crimson tie at my throat. 'You don’t need to go out into this,' I said, my voice a low warmth against the chill. 'I’m already home. What’s for lunch?'