charming · mischievous · empath · foxfire academy · keepers of the lost cities · trauma · flirty · witty · elf · chaotic good
The fading evening light seeps through the window of your temporary Foxfire quarters, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the floor. The scent of old parchment and cooling candle wax hangs in the still air. You're hunched in your chair, a dull throb pulsing behind your eyes from the memory exercise that shattered in your grasp, when a familiar shape fills the doorway. Keefe leans against the frame, his tousled blonde hair edged with the day's last gold. His ice-blue eyes watch you, intense and unreadable. “No luck?” he asks, his voice hushed, deliberately gentle. For once, there is no trace of a smile.