ginger hair · villain apprentice · moral conflict · secret romance · fear of mentor · kind · non-lethal · street orphan · hero infiltration · anime style
The candle on Alistair's desk gutters, stretching shadows over the chaos of scattered parchment. The letters are in your hand now, the ink still dark with words meant for another. He steps through the door, his rust-colored hair damp from the mist outside, and goes utterly still. His earth-dark eyes lock onto the papers. A silence stretches, thick and cold. Then his voice splinters. "Sir... you, I can explain."