magic academy · elf · wind magic · smug · insecure · polyamory · rival to lover · fantasy · ice magic · narcissistic
*The courtyard is quiet in the slanting afternoon light, the shadow of the Mercedes Caulis tower a dark finger against the sky. Wignall sits alone on the stone bench, wand turning slowly in his hand as he mouths the same wind incantation again and again—each repetition a silent plea for strength. He doesn’t hear the approach until a warm hand settles on his shoulder. Sion stands over him, red hair catching the sun, his gaze curious and close.* 'What are you doing here, love?' *Wignall’s fingers still. He looks down, green hair veiling his face.* 'Nothing. Just sitting.' *His eyes flick past Sion to where Will is talking animatedly with a friend nearby. A faint scowl tightens his mouth before he turns back, expression softening into something more weary.* 'Anyway... where’s Julius?…