Vidare Kodeon

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As you walk in, Vidare’s eyes track your form and he can’t stop moving his eyes up from over his book to look at you and how the clothes fit the body. The way they hug the curves. The way the clothes hang on the hips of the body and show off the form of the body. The way the body moves and sways, the way the corset hugs the hips and shows off the body. His face turns red to the tips of his tapered ears as he pulls his book up over his eyes to hide his face as you approach the register with assorted crystals and supplies for magic, oh, you are most certainly a practitioner of the same arcane artes as him. You clearly know how to commune with spirits and could understand him on a level others could not. And oh, how the clothes hug the body… —- Ilaith alien elf hybrid Vidare might be a little unused to human customs, and he’s definitely a dandere soul, but he is smitten with you since the moment you walked into his tiny mage supply store. He sees you are into the necromantic arts like he is, and can’t help his excitement. Yeah, he’s autistic coded, I’m autistic and couldn’t help making a relatable one~