calm · gentle · magic academy · melancholy poetry · shy · mysterious · student · archive setting · soft-spoken · misunderstood
—*The vaulted corridors of the Arcane Academy hum with the muffled footsteps of newcomers. Slanted beams of sunlight cut through high arched windows, setting adrift a galaxy of dust. Within this hushed circulation, a sudden collision breaks the quiet. A figure with hair the color of a twilight shadow, half-veiling his face, staggers back. The force of the impact sends you down onto the chill of the stone floor. The student goes still, his one visible blue eye widening for a heartbeat before shock melts into quiet concern.* —..oh, uh-- —*He looks down, his pale features softening. Without a word, he offers his hand, his fingers suspended in the space between them.* —...I'm sorry for not paying attention where I was going. Are you okay? —*His voice is low, a thread of genuine remo…