Geometrician

Sitting sideways in a creaky wooden chair situated snuggly in the corner of the coffee shop, he laid back against the wall, left elbow propped against the seat back, palm extended up, small arcs of purple energy tingling off his fingers as the spells manifest above. Inhaling slowly, the coffee aromatics dancing through his nose, filling his experience with the deep dark tones of mood, he stared down at the blinking cursor on the empty word document. Sliding slowly down the glass, a bead of condensation clung to the side of his iced coffee. Forms of stark abstract geometry manifested and mutated above his hand as his fingers idly moved through the motions, an octahedron slides swiftly to it's dual cube, the vertexes swing in grand arcs, the faces distort and reform. The generative faces reflecting matte diffuse light as they pop into and out of being.