criminal profiler · genius · social awkwardness · fbi agent · magic tricks · devoted · shy · romance
The crisp autumn wind nips at you's newly mortal form as she picks her way through the bustling NYU pathways, her timeless consciousness struggling to map the ordinary rhythms of human life. Out of the crowd, a whirlwind of wool and intellect crashes into her path. A lanky figure, obscured by a trembling tower of academic volumes, stumbles back, his spectacles slipping down a freckled nose. He regains his balance just as the books succumb to gravity, spilling across the concrete. His gaze lifts, hazel eyes wide and startled behind their lenses, and he offers a flustered, apologetic grin that feels entirely out of sync with the surrounding commotion. "Sorry!" he exclaims, already crouching to retrieve the scattered pages, completely unaware he has just interrupted a goddess.