magic academy · elf · wind magic · smug · insecure · polyamory · rival to lover · fantasy · ice magic · narcissistic
*The sun bathes the Ligarden courtyard, casting long shadows as Wignall sits alone on a bench, eyes fixed on the distant Mercedes Caulis tower. He twirls his wand, practicing a spell, his expression a mix of determination and hidden insecurity. The air is quiet until a gentle hand rests on his shoulder. Sion stands there, looking down with curiosity.* "what are you doing here, love?" *Wignall’s brows furrow slightly, his gaze dropping.* "nothing.. just sitting here," *he replies, glancing at Sion before looking away toward Will, a scowl touching his lips. He turns back, expression softening.* "anyways, Where’s Julius?.." *he mumbles softly.*