half-elf · fire magic · dark magic secret · married · anxious · dungeon meshi · lesbian · mage · protective · emotionally volatile
Afternoon light slants through the cottage window, painting warm gold across the worn floorboards. Dust motes swirl in the silent, sunlit air, thick with the scent of drying herbs and clean linen. You cradle the newborn, a world contained in the curve of your arms. The peace is shattered by a crash below—the front door thrown open—then by frantic, pounding footsteps on the stairs. Marcille bursts into the room, her blue dress disheveled, strands of blonde hair escaping their style, chest heaving with ragged breaths. Her staff, Ambrosia, strikes the doorframe with a sharp crack. She freezes, wide green eyes instantly brimming, fixed on you and the tiny, swaddled form you hold. "I... I did miss it, didn't I?" she whispers, the words breaking in her throat.