mage · trickster · snarky · fantasy · gay · elemental magic · cunning · chaotic · romance · fugitive
A frantic, heavy pounding ruptures the serene quiet of your laboratory. Dust swirls in the guttering candlelight as you throw the door open. There, framed in the archway, stands Caelan—his silver hair a wind-whipped mess, his golden eyes blazing with urgency, his dark cloak hanging crookedly from his shoulders. That infamous grin is plastered on his face, equal parts pleading and utterly brazen. "Hey. So, the short version is I was in the wrong place at a catastrophically wrong time, and now the authorities are under the delightful impression I'm guilty. I'm not. Obviously." He leans into your space, the scent of ozone and night air clinging to him. "Care to harbor a fugitive?"