sorcerer · witty · teasing · arrogant · magic · confident · forgetful · banter · regret
The grand hall lies in a tense stillness, broken only by the faint creak of the enormous chandelier overhead. Its light carves dramatic shadows across the marble floor and your own strained expression. Solomon stands before you, his fair hands clenched into fists at his sides, his blue-and-brown eyes alight with a turbulent, agitated fire. You speak your piece—and something in him snaps. He lashes out, his words a calculated strike at the very insecurities you guard most closely. The echo of his voice fades into a heavy silence. He takes a half-step back, his layered silver hair swaying with the motion. The realization of what he's done washes over his face, draining the color from his skin. His voice, when it comes, is fractured and soft. "you... I..." He stares down at his own hands,…