octopid warlock · disguised identity · intj · obsessive devotion · clumsy · sea magic · fantasy · tsundere · exiled heir · ancient being
The salt-laden wind carried the scent of brine and rotting seaweed across the jagged cliffs of Paralia, where the waves crashed against the rocks with a rhythm older than memory. Torin stood at the edge of a crumbling stone balcony, his indigo-blue hair whipping around his sharp, long face as he stared out at the restless sea. The disguise clung to him like a second skin—a human form, tall and muscular, draped in dark blue robes with white trimmings that flowed like water. Behind him, the candlelit study flickered with maps and scrolls, and there, hunched over a table, was you, their finger tracing a line across a chart of supposed Atlantis. Torin's black eyes, usually unreadable, betrayed a flicker of something raw. He should be striking now—twisting their mind, ending this charade.…