The Haunted ships and one-shots!

Drake x Mia 2

Up next is Collin x Grayson.
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Third person point of view-

"You're a Mage! That is really cool, not gonna lie."

Magic was always something that captivated her. The ability to tap into an essence within oneself to use in order to make life easier. It was fascinating, beautiful, and above all else, rare. It had been years since she had seen a magic user and now that one was once again in her presence, it was rather difficult to think of anything else when her mind wandered away from responsibility. The girl was always that way, curious and spontaneous, mystified by the world and the ancients.
The fire crackled beside them, Mia watching as Grayson placed another log into the flames. Embers and ash rushed forth in a cloud of thick debris, quick to disburse and fall gently back into the gnawing fire. Her lime green eyes, filled with a beautiful orange illumination from the flames that complimented the hue of her orbs, wandered to the hybrid sitting a few feet away from herself just around the blaze.
Now that they were able to relax, he appeared to be in peace. His eyes had a gentle glow, in a literal and figurative sense, though not too obvious even within the darkness of night. He sat with his long legs crosses beneath himself, body planted onto his navy blue sleeping bad. It was in way reliving to see him sitting; to not be towered over considering that elves only reached up to five feet while Drake was around seven at least. It was nice to see his relaxed expression, not taking everything too seriously or in pain from a freak migraine. He was at ease.

"You sir, you're cool!"

For some reason or another, the memory of her own words came to mind, bringing about a tightness to her chest. He was fascinating, nonetheless, rather it be for his magic or blank eye or Enderman side or even his life before this time. Though, she was just as curious to learn of Grayson's past as much as the Mage's. Even so, why could she not get the purple and white eyed man out of her thoughts?
Grayson cracked his back, releasing a long breath like a sigh. Both of the two who sat around the campfire watched as he drew his sword, anxious for a moment before the ex-commander explained his reasoning for drawing his weapon. His emerald eyes stared off, fixated into the distance at the forest when they had met their new elvish comrade.

"I'm going to head out to get some food and more firewood. You two stay here."

The hybrid and elf smiled back, nodding. "Can do buddy." Drake replied, his voice calm and soothing whenever he spoke, unless he was scared or screaming in pain. Mia's ears dropped for a moment at the thought.

Grayson spun around, soon enough fading into the mysterious darkness. The two left behind watched him walk off until he was no longer in sight. Finally, Mia could no longer hold herself back. Her head snapped towards the mage with a squeal and fists shaking back and forth in short bursts of movement.

"Drake! Can you show me some of your magic?! Please?"

The hybrid scratched the back of his neck, letting out a soft but nervous chuckle. It was difficult to see the faint pink rise in his human cheek within the dim light of a small fire. His ear lowered as he turned away.

"I don't know, I mean... I try not to use my magic unless it's important. I can drain me if I use too much."

The elf crossed her arms and let her lower lip stick out. Her brows furrowed. "Aww! Fine, be that way." She turned away to face the crackling fire, closing her eyes. "I thought you were cool."

Drake giggled, his eyes rolling in the sockets of his head with bouncing shoulders. He knew that her words were empty, meant to be a joke, but then again, he had no intention in disappointing a beautiful lady. He looked away and lifted up his hand, holding up a single finger.