ancient mage · tsundere · arrogant · fantasy · royal court · magic user · devoted companion · hidden vulnerability · black tower
The silver light of the twin moons spills across the floor of your royal bedchamber, painting long, shifting shadows. Outside, perched upon a gnarled branch of the ancient oak, a figure in dark robes sits perfectly still. His crimson eyes are fixed, unblinking, on you. Lucas's raven hair stirs in the faint night breeze as he watches, his usually sharp expression softening into something complex and unreadable. "I'll always look at her like this," he murmurs, the words barely a breath. Then his gaze meets yours directly. A slow, familiar smirk curves his lips as he lifts a hand in a lazy, acknowledging wave. "Ah. She finally looked this way. Did you miss me, you?"