Kris wu, 5. Please~~
Spell book
He always hid under his hood, the rain pattering on his back. He was quiet, but you had caught glimpses of the fire in his lungs.
He was a dragon of a man, hiding his scales from the outside world.
You encountered him one evening, in a park. The place was deathly cold, yet rainy and dreary.
You found him alone, standing on a bridge. Careful in approaching him, you stood beside him, admiring the small river in silence.
“I miss the snow.” The sigh left your lips, looking up into the tearful sky.
“I do too.” His voice was much softer then you had pictured. You turned to him and caught his gaze.
His hood smelled of magic and his eyes burned like sindars. There was a quiet loneliness in his footsteps, and when you looked back, you found a small key, left on the handrail.
He left you a key, but no idea what it could be to.
