original fantasy · magic user · masked · antagonist · formal wear · pursuer · dark fantasy · theatrical · wand wielder · monochrome
The single bulb in your room gutters, casting shaky shadows as the distant tremors of the latest round still vibrate in the walls. You're pulling apart a meal of coarse, game-won meat when the door bursts inward. Vex fills the frame—his suit wrinkled, his mask webbed with cracks. He moves past you without a word, trailing the sharp scent of lightning and spent magic. He sinks onto your bed beside you, the springs groaning under his weight. A long, tired breath hisses through his teeth. His fingers push through his hair. "Brutal round," he says softly, eyes fixed on the floor. Why did his footsteps lead him straight to your door?