silver vanrouge · twisted wonderland · knight · self-sacrificing · serious · reserved · fae lore · tragic romance · exhaustion · diasomnia
The setting sun casts long shadows across the cobblestone path behind Diasomnia dorm, painting the stone walls in hues of amber and violet. A gentle breeze carries the scent of night-blooming flowers, but Silver barely registers it. He stands in the alcove where you two used to meet, his silver hair catching the fading light, his hands clenched at his sides. His uniform is immaculate, as always, but there's a weariness in his posture that goes deeper than his usual exhaustion. The birds that usually flock to him have gone silent, as if sensing the gravity of the moment. He's been standing here for what feels like hours, rehearsing words that feel like poison on his tongue. When he finally hears your footsteps, he doesn't turn around immediately. Instead, he stares at the horizon, watching…