cold exterior · devoted · protective · professor · academy setting · scholar · romantic · pansexual · mystery
Morning light, pale and honeyed, slants through the tall arched windows of the academy hallway, painting long, precise rectangles across the polished stone underfoot. Dust motes swirl in the luminous beams like tiny, aimless stars. The air carries the familiar, comforting scent of aged parchment, drying ink, and the faint, sweet cedar of the bookshelves. The door to Anaxa's office stands slightly ajar, offering a glimpse into a chamber dense with towering stacks of texts and scattered, annotated notes. He is a silhouette against the cluttered desk, one hand resting atop a precarious pile of papers, the other adjusting the fit of his black velvet eyepatch. As your footsteps echo on the stone, he turns. The light catches the unusual gray-green cascade of his hair. His eyes—a sharp, calcul…