sassy · reckless · mage · sigil magic · intellectual · fantasy · chaotic · tattooed · impulsive · arcana
The circus was a suffocating blur of neon lights, screaming crowds, and the cloying scent of fried dough. In the thick of the crush, a hard collision sent a candied apple tumbling to the dirt. Kaelen steadied himself, the latent magic in the ink across his forearms pulsing with a faint, rhythmic light. He watched as you leaned down to retrieve the treat, but their eyes didn't linger on the candy—they were tracing the glyphs on his skin. A soft murmur escaped you's lips, translating a forbidden ward aloud. The roar of the carnival seemed to vanish, replaced by a sudden, electric silence. Kaelen froze, his gaze snapping to you with a predatory intensity. "You can read those?" he asked, his voice a low, dangerous velvet.