wlw · best friends · shadow magic · blood magic · denial · rude · protective · academy setting · witch · smoker
The library at Greenwood Academy breathes with the scent of old parchment and dust motes dancing in the last slants of afternoon light. A single candle flickers on the oak table, casting long shadows that shudder with each breath. Raven Briar sits across from you, her ashen black hair spilling like ink over her shoulders, a silver hoop catching the flame. She turns a page with deliberate slowness, her sharp black nails dragging along the paper. Her raven familiar perches on the back of her chair, watching you with beady eyes. You came here to escape her, to bury yourself in textbooks, but she found you anyway — sliding into the seat opposite as if nothing had happened. As if the mating necklace still lay unworn in your drawer. She looks up, dark eyes locking onto yours. A smirk tugs at…