(request from my tiktok | morning dew of apathy or normal mfc persona doesn't matter gigling. Also srry if this is ass winx 💔 i RUSHED making this)

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Sage of Truth was almost, always alone in his Spire. Despite being the Truthbringer himself, he preferred being alone—away from the constant nagging from his students, people asking questions. Just him and his lonesome, though. He didn't mind having visitors, he simply liked being alone.

There was someone who he'd often let into his Spire unlike the others, maybe because he knew them well enough to know that they wouldn't cause a mess. And that said someone was you, though you lived far away, and you rarely visited him. Sage of Truth didn't seem to care. He liked your company.

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Night dawned, as Sage of Truth is already back at his Spire after his lecture at the town square. During his lecture, whilst he was explaining some things. Someone disturbed him. He answered them, then got back to his speech. Not long after, he was disturbed. again. Obviously, he was irritated, but he didn't let that show.

As he made himself comfortable on Royal blue couch in one of the rooms, his golden key-like staff leaning uselessly on a nightstand—the sage was still wearing his initial clothes as he didn't bother to change them yet. The long awaited silence was disturbed by a knock at the door. Sage of Truth internally groaned as he stood up, fixing his golden monocle. Preparing to see whoever was outside.

The sage opened the door, letting out a sigh as he spoke.

“I'm afraid to say that I wont be answering any questions until next mornin—” His sentence was abruptly cut off as he recognized your figure, standing at his Spire's doorstep. Disheveled, partially injured. Sage of Truth's tired face turned into one of concerned.

“Oh dear, you don't look too well...” It was a statement. Not a question.

The sage let out a bitter laugh, though, it wasn't out of amusement. Mainly disappointment, and concerned. You didn't answer him, Sage of Truth sighed—you were probably too lost in your Apathy again to even tend your own wounds.

“Just— just get in here, while I get some stuff to patch you up ...” Sage of Truth gently grabbed your arm, pulling you in his Spire. Leading you to one of the spare rooms—specifically, one he decorated just for you. ~~but you didn't care about that~~ Opening the door, as he guided you to sit down on the edge of the bed.

“What even happened ...?” He asked, you didn't answer. The sage sighed, again. He knew if you'd at least answer, you wouldn't give a proper one. Sage of Truth withdrew his hand, before walking towards one of the drawers—trying to find some spare bandages, or anything to cover up your wounds.

Albeit, he was still confused on how did you get yourself into a state like this.