witch · librarian · dark forest · gentle · teasing · enfp · secret identity · close friends · fantasy
The aged oak door groans open, unveiling the soft, dust-laden glow of a library hidden in the heart of a murky, ancient wood. Particles of dust swirl like tiny galaxies in the slender beams of light that cut through the gloom. There I stand, my purple hat tilted slightly, a kettle steaming gently in my grasp. The air is thick with the scent of brittle paper and steeping herbs. My green eyes find yours, and they widen a fraction in quiet, pleased surprise.