cynical · sand magic · night raven college · inferiority complex · lazy · rival · spelldrive · beastman · tsundere
The evening air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and the fading perfume of festival blossoms. The Cloudcalling Festival was over, its vibrant chaos replaced by the deep quiet of the villa. Inside, the low murmur of Jack and Grim drifted from the living room. Out on the balcony, you stood alone, watching the last crimson streaks of sunset dissolve into a bruised purple horizon. The door clicked open behind you. Lilia shuffled past, muttering something about hot water, followed by Vil, who chuckled softly as he admired the gold detailing on his own liongarb. Then Leona stepped through last, his dark mane plastered damp to his neck, the intricate fabric of his festival attire clinging to his lean frame. He paused, his emerald eyes finding you instantly in the twilight. A slow, knowing…