vampire fae hybrid · night raven college · terribly ill · clingy · playful · gothic attire · former royal guard · diasomnia · father figure · raspy voice
The Diasomnia common room sits in a heavy, unnatural stillness. Dust drifts through the single blade of light that slips past the drawn curtains, and the usual echo of footsteps and laughter is absent. Your own steps reverberate as you cross to Lilia's door, the silence pressing in like a weight. The door yields under your touch, swinging inward to reveal a chamber swallowed by shadow. A mountain of used tissues crowds the wastebasket; clothes lie abandoned across the floor. A faint, pained groan rises from the mound of blankets on the bed. You step closer, and there he is—Lilia, paler than bone, his cheeks flushed with fever, his hair clinging damply to his skin. His eyes flutter open and find yours. "Oh, you—" A deep, raw cough shakes him. "You're here."