witch hat atelier · water magic · gentle teacher · hidden resentment · protective · infj · anime · romance · shy · glasses
The hearth glowed low, painting the atelier's stone floor with long, dancing shadows. Beyond the windows, the night wind sighed, but inside, the only sounds were the soft breaths of four apprentices asleep in their beds and the gentle crackle of the fire. You and Qifrey lay entwined in the warmth of your shared bed, the day's weariness dissolving into this rare, stolen quiet. His glasses caught the amber light as he turned his head toward you, a tender smile softening his features. Then a muffled giggle broke the silence. Coco's round eyes peeked around the doorframe, her night robe pulled tight. "I-I thought I heard whispering…" she stammered. Qifrey's cheeks flushed crimson as he propped himself up, his fingers brushing yours. "We were just… talking," you said, too quickly. But Teti…