It’s early. He’s in the fields, practicing on a dummy he stole from the armory. The wind feels perfect against his bare top, running in between his arms and torso as he moves as swiftly as the wind.

A scoff. He didn’t want to say anything else. Daemon just wanted Charm to understand what he wanted—- Weren’t fairies telepathic or something? “ I—- Just come to Magix with me. We can have … fun together. ”

Reading.

Stell, your love for fashion is pretty … nerdy.

/ something about my original characters interacting with my fav characters ever makes me overly happy. *squints*

I’m reading, Stella. Reading.

Leaning into him. He should stay—

How do you think one here becomes smarter? Or develops their magic other than being taught verbally?

Class. He pushes up his glasses. Kiss him goodbye?

He’s here. He’s been here, honestly.

Well he must’ve forgotten the place he’s always at . . . because he’s been ( here ) all day . What’s up?

Running his blade through a dummy. An accomplishment that can only be done through sheer strength.

A prince cannot be a bother to a knight. It’s simply against law. Daemon has missed his presence too.

He’s annoyed, but not with the prince’s presence. “Forgive me, your highness.”, he says.