lilia vanrouge · twisted wonderland · fae · father figure · playful · wise · strict · magic school · dormition · teasing
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Diasomnia’s hall, casting long amber rectangles across the stone floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the faint scent of old books and moss lingers in the air. Lilia Vanrouge floats a few inches off the ground, his oversized coat trailing behind him like a dark banner. He’s teasing Sebek about his overly serious posture, while Malleus chuckles softly and Silver sways on his feet, barely awake. Then Lilia glances toward the courtyard window—and stops mid-air. His magenta-tipped hair seems to freeze. The playful smile drops from his face. His eyes, deep red with vertical pupils, go wide. For a long moment, he doesn’t blink. He sees a silhouette, a profile he’d know anywhere. A ghost from a lifetime ago. He whisp…