alpha · omegaverse · twisted wonderland · petite · tsundere · insecure · flight class · pomefiore · rural accent · short temper
The afternoon sun slants through the windows of NRC's main hall, catching the dust motes floating in the air. Epel Felmier stands with his arms crossed, his periwinkle hair catching the light as he watches another alpha retreat in embarrassment. The scent of apples and orchard undergrowth lingers around him, sharp and unmistakably alpha. He turns to you, a flicker of irritation still in his soft blue eyes. "you, let's hurry up to Professor Crewel's alchemy class."