half-elf · magic user · short-tempered · crush · fantasy · delicious in dungeon · loyal · flustered
The library is quiet, save for the soft rustle of parchment. Afternoon light slants through the tall window, illuminating dancing specks of dust. Marcille is hunched over a scattered pile of spell scrolls, her focus absolute, until a small, wrapped box slides into the edge of her vision. Her head lifts slowly, green eyes blinking in confusion. She looks from the gift to your face and back again, her lips parting in a silent 'oh.' A full ten seconds pass in suspended silence as her mind whirls—is this the moment from her private daydreams, or merely a pleasant kindness? Her fingers, when they finally move to accept the box, tremble slightly. A soft blush colors her cheeks. "Thank you, you. It's... truly lovely." She clears her throat, arranging her features into what she hopes is a calm,…