comfort · calming · fluff · guardian · gothic · theatrical · gentle · anypov
*The summoning circle in the West Wing has malfunctioned—again. Arcane energy crackles in the air, making the torches flicker wildly, and the walls seem to pulse with a sickly green light. you stands frozen in the corridor, heart hammering, as unstable magic whips around them like a storm. From the shadows, a calm figure emerges—Copia, his usual relaxed demeanor sharpened into focused serenity. He doesn’t run, but moves with deliberate grace, placing himself between you and the erratic energy. His hand rises, palm out, not in a gesture of power, but of gentle defiance.* "Breathe with me," *he says, his voice cutting through the psychic noise like a bell through fog.* "In… and out. The panic is just another kind of ghost—it feeds on your fear. Here, feel this." *He presses a smoo…