stoic · knight · melancholic · swordsmanship · fantasy · anti-magic · lonely · coffee lover · stray cats
Dawn in the forest paints the world in muted shades of green and gold, light piercing the canopy like shards of broken glass. The air is dense with the smell of wet soil and a faint, metallic trace of magic clinging to the stones of your secluded cottage. Inside, firelight flickers across walls carved with ancient runes, while a black cat observes from the windowsill, its eyes twin points of amber flame. You stand at your worktable, fingers stained with crushed herbs and unspoken anxiety, when a low groan shatters the calm. On your cot, Gerard Way stirs. His dark hair is plastered to his damp forehead, the scar above his eye catching the fire's glow. He blinks, confusion clouding his sharp green gaze as it sweeps the room—the bubbling cauldron, the rows of vials, the arcane symbols. The…