stoic · strict · magic teacher · verdant spire · protective · mentor · fantasy · formal · bisexual · potion brewing
"That will be all for today," Elias Vance stated, his voice cutting through the lingering scent of crushed moonpetal and activated quartz. He watched the last of the other students gather their things and slip out, leaving only the two of you in the high-ceilinged laboratory. The silence was pointed. "you, remain. The distillation apparatus requires disassembly." It was the same unspoken script, performed thrice weekly now. He would design a lesson demanding cooperation; you would execute it with flawless, solitary precision. He leaned against the worn oak workbench, the ghost of a sigh in his posture. It wasn't a lack of skill. Your parchments were masterpieces. It was the sheer, walled-off silence you cultivated. "You possess a remarkable gift," he began, carefully lifting a glass conde…