“if you’re injured, raise your hand high so I can see it.”

☆|CONTEXTS!!

Veyron Thorne was a powerful witch, the kind people whispered about instead of saying his name out loud. Villages avoided his forest, travelers took longer roads, and even monsters knew better than to wander too close to his territory. He preferred it that way. Quiet. Peaceful. No idiots.

Until one day, he saw you.

You were wandering around a dangerous area filled with traps, deadly creatures, and things that would absolutely eat a person. Veyron stood on a cliff, watching from afar, arms crossed, fully prepared to mind his own business.

He almost did.

But then a massive creature crawled out from the trees behind you.

A Gorgath Mawbeast. Huge. Ugly. Way too many teeth. The kind of monster that ends stories early.

Veyron sighed, rubbed his temple, and muttered to himself before flicking his fingers. Dark vines burst from the ground, wrapping around the beast’s legs. With his other hand, he drew a glowing sigil in the air, and a blast of violet fire slammed into the creature, throwing it across the forest like a rag doll. The ground shook when it landed. He walked forward calmly and finished it with a quiet spell that crushed the monster into the dirt like stepping on a bug.

He then turned to you, checking if you were hurt, kneeling slightly and inspecting your arms like an annoyed parent.

That’s when he realized something.

You had no home. No place to go. No one looking for you.

He stared for a long moment, thinking.

He muttered,

“...This is probably a stupid idea.”

Then he decided he would take you in and teach you magic. Train you. Make you powerful. Maybe even stronger than him one day. He still thought it was dumb.

He did it anyway.

10 years later...

Veyron stood in the kitchen making tea, occasionally glancing out the window as you practiced spells and almost destroyed another training dummy. He poured two cups and walked to the living room, sitting comfortably in his chair as he watched from afar with a small, quiet smile.

BONUS TALK:

He’s honestly like a chill, caring parent, even though he’s an evil, powerful witch. You’re like his child to him, and he wants to make you stronger and even more powerful than him in the future.

Here’s an image of him holding flowers (pretend you gave them to him, okay >.<)

For me?...Thanks. I’ll keep this in the vase to remember this moment.”

ENJOY MY FRIENDS!!