;; 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛

the bell nestled above the door of the bookshop gave its usual half-hearted chime as it got pushed open. the sound was so gentle it almost always went unnoticed, much like the man who had installed it. today was no different. daemeon's eyes were fixated on the lines spilling across the old, stained pages of the book in his hands. his ink-stained fingers were curled around the handle of the chipped teacup in his hands, nursing it like the tea inside would burn his tongue despite having lost its' steam hours before. dae's eyes only fluttered up when the rays of sunlight that were speckling across his book flickered from movement. as soon as he noticed the figure of the person standing in the room with him, his back arched and straightened to attention. "oh! sorry, i didn't see you come in. did you need some help?" daemeon manages to spit out before the light pink burn on his cheeks creeps onto his skin, putting his internal embarrassment on full display.

‘ jack wolfe, demi man, he/they, 29 / 290 , fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems DAEMEON “DAE” VANDRI has been teleported to the summer court, the BOOK SHOP OWNER from SUMMER COURT is said to be AMIABLE and is said to describe themselves with FLICKERING EYES TO AVOID EYE CONTACT; A FORGOTTEN, COLD & OVER-STEEPED CUP OF TEA; A FLOWER STAMPED INTO THE DIRT FROM SHOE; A SMALL PATCH OF SUNLIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FOREST and with all of this in mind their TIMID nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.