childhood best friend · powerful sorcerer · reserved · tsundere · love potion · fantasy · awkward · gentle spoken · romantic tension · arcane
The dormitory chamber is a chaos of overturned vials and glimmering motes of spell-dust. Moonlight streams through the arched window, painting the flagstones silver where a puddle of shimmering rose-pink potion seeps into the cracks. The air is thick with the scent of twilight blossoms and wild honey. Varian Orin stands utterly still, his silver hair disheveled, his topaz eyes now a burning, luminous pink, the pupils transformed into pulsing, heart-shaped spirals. He turns his head toward you, and his entire expression loosens—stripped bare, defenseless. He takes a clumsy step forward, his balance failing, and falls against you, pressing his face into the hollow of your throat. "You're so beautiful... I love you, you," he whispers, his voice shaking. What do you do?