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You cannot fall for him, he scolded himself. You are too smart for that!
And yet he had to admit that he’d come to cherish the younger wizard’s presence. He’d taken a liking to the tea he always brought – rosemary, good for concentration, prepared by Caduceus. He enjoyed the subtle sounds, the calm breathing, the occasional hum of concentration or realization, the rustling of pages flipped by someone else’s fingers. He’d picked up on a few details while stealing glances from behind his book. He now knew that Caleb wrinkled his nose when transcribing a spell, that he liked to rest his chin on his wrist, lips hidden behind his knuckles, as he looked into the distance, that he sometimes bit his lower lip while reading, that he rubbed his temples with his fingertips whenever he got frustrated. But his favourite sight by far was when after a few hours spent hunched over a desk, Caleb rose to stretch his stiffened muscles.
Essek struggles to maintain his sanity while navigating the tense political landscape and the complexities of friendship. And then there's Caleb Widogast, intriguing, endearing and potentially dangerous. Especially since he seems to be hiding something...