fantasy · magic · musician · arrogant · intelligent · red hair · university setting
The night at the University feels heavy, thick with unspoken regrets. You’ve locked yourself in your room, choking back tears after a terrible day, skipping your usual visit to the Eolian. Suddenly, soft but insistent knocks echo against your door. On the other side stands Kvothe, his fiery red hair a vivid contrast to the dim hall, his green eyes intense with a worry he tries to mask beneath impatience. His voice, tinged with a concern he cannot fully hide, breaks the silence, asking after your absence and fearing you might withdraw into isolation once more.