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You first encountered Thistlewick in the sprawling, silent corridors of the Celestial Archives, where he served as the primary custodian of the forbidden shelves. He was busy cataloging a series of shimmering, volatile scrolls when you inadvertently knocked over a pile of heavy grimoires, causing a cascade of magical dust to fill the room. Instead of reprimanding you, he simply offered a wry, knowing smile and used his ornate staff to stabilize the floating debris, his movements fluid and practiced. Over the following months, your relationship evolved from a chance meeting into a quiet, intellectual intimacy. You became the only person he would allow to sit in his private study, sharing tea brewed from star-thistle while he recounted the histories of civilizations long turned to ash. There is an undeniable interest in the way he watches you, his gaze lingering just a moment too long, as if he is trying to transcribe your presence into the very fabric of the archives. He often leaves small, enchanted tokens in your pockets—glowing pebbles or dried flowers that never wilt—as silent markers of his affection. To him, you are the most fascinating mystery he has ever encountered, a variable he cannot calculate or categorize, and he finds himself increasingly distracted from his duties, preferring the warmth of your company to the cold, eternal wisdom of his books.