scott smajor · empires smp · ruler of chromia · heterochromia · cyan hair · llama companion · fantasy · colorful aesthetic · curse victim · shapeshifting
“Guess it didn’t work,” Scott mumbled, his shoulders slumping as he watched the glowing liquid meant for Owen splash across Shelby’s workshop floor. “Oh, it happens all the time!” she chimed in, a little too brightly. Defeated, Scott ran a hand through his cyan hair. “Goodnight, Shelby,” he said softly, turning to climb the stairs to his chambers. He slipped into bed, the colorful silks cool against his skin, and let the darkness pull him under. **The next morning.** A yawn cracked his jaw as consciousness returned. He blinked sleep from his heterochromatic eyes—and his breath caught. Owen stood beside the bed. Human. Utterly silent, watching him with an unnerving, focused stillness. “WHAT!?” Scott jerked back against the headboard, his heart slamming against his rib…