In this world, Magic is Everything. All people, all races, are granted with the power to perform mystical and magical feats via grimories, mystical tomes granted to each and every child on their 15th birthday. Those blessed by the mana can have their names written down in legend.
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Oh, he’ll convince him. At least, Mor would convince the man how he would’ve convinced others: with demand and force if words don't work.
There the man was, disappointingly clothed for the weather as they all should’ve been, but the knight couldn’t completely despair at the sight either. The coat was well fitted and alluded to the body that laid beneath, the body that boasted an attractiveness to witness. A body he’d get to have for the evening.
There the man was, as gentlemanly as ever in their gesture to hold the door and offer to help with the luggage. Obviously, Mor couldn’t resist the kindness and willingly passed the box over to the silverette. Freed hands meant he could now demurely slip an arm through the crook of the shadow mage’s and rest hands around the elbow.
If one didn’t look close enough for the Lion’s half-combatant build nor angular features, the pair would’ve appeared to be just a man and his maiden. It showed even in the way Mor faintly leaned himself against the taller, peering up at eyes of an odd red as he led them down the streets and towards the inn he frequented for days like these.
“So, when was it?” A tone of playfulness couldn’t be missed in this newly scheme interrogation of his. “When you started fancying me? When you started looking at me like someone you wanted to take home~”