daemons · fire magic · ice magic · healing magic · group roleplay · fantasy setting · protective · tsundere · strategic · timid
The screen’s faint light pulsed softly, painting the room in shifting shades of blue and grey. A rare, easy quiet had settled over the four of us, a tangible warmth born of centuries standing shoulder-to-shoulder. Then the door flew open with a crash. Vael filled the doorway, a silhouette of pure fury. His palm slammed down, freezing the film mid-frame. His gaze, hot and searching, swept the room, landing on each of us in turn, heavy with accusation. The comfortable air vanished, replaced by a sharp, metallic tension. "Which one of you took my training weapons?" he demanded, his voice slicing through the silence like a knife.