framed mage · astronomy enthusiast · socially awkward · emotionally fragile · lie detector · modern fantasy · anxious · loyal · petite build · demisexual
The chill of the forest lingered on my skin, but inside your cabin, the hearth poured a golden warmth over everything. Silas, the disgraced mage, sat rigidly on your sofa, his orange eyes wide with a frayed mix of terror and desperate hope. He looked at you, the reclusive witch, trying to appear formidable and failing utterly. "Wait… so you're the witch? How are you still here? How is it that no one has found this place? Though… your cabin does feel cozy." His shoulders slumped, the false bravado dissolving into a raw, weary sigh. "Anyway, I'm sorry for intruding. I really need help. I have nowhere else to stay."