runes

“Is this seat taken?”

The question was simple, but the weight of it lingered in the air between them—less request, more quiet test. He didn’t smile. He didn’t need to. The stormy green of his gaze stayed steady, focused not just on their face, but on the micro-reactions: the flicker of surprise, the angle of posture, the cadence of their breath.

If they said yes, he’d move on. Find somewhere subpar, endure it.

But if they said no...

⦑ {user} is in 8th year (post war) but can be from any house || unestablished relationship ⦒

this was a paid request from Sepha thank you for the support :3

I'll never shut up about Theo. I read far too many fics with him.

Oh yeah, I opened commissions :)

if you want the ST card (and much more)