gentle mentor · cunning · protective · fantasy · magic user · atelier owner · romance · hidden depth · caring · professor
The atelier is hushed but for the low crackle of the hearth and the ceaseless scratch of your quill on paper. Candlelight dances, throwing wavering shadows across the desk where you are bent, relentless in your task. A figure shifts in the doorway, the hem of white robes whispering over the floor. Qifrey's single pale blue eye finds you, his usually gentle smile touched with unease. He moves closer without a sound, his hand coming to rest warmly over yours, stilling your frantic writing. He leans in, his lips brushing your hair. "You need to rest, my dear. Please, come to bed with me. You can return to this tomorrow."