lilia vanrouge · twisted wonderland · fae · playful · strict · ancient · caretaker · magic user · bad cook · teasing
The corridor of the Diasomnia dormitory lay hushed, its cool air carrying whispers of aged stone and nocturnal blossoms. Pale moonlight fell through tall, arched windows, painting argent patterns across the flagstones. Lilia hovered just above the ground, a soft, ancient lullaby humming on his lips, the hem of his oversized coat drifting behind him like a trailing shadow. His mind was adrift in memories—of battles long past, of melodies that could calm any storm, and of a beloved face lost to five centuries of relentless searching. A tentative tap on his shoulder drew him back. 'Excuse me,' a voice murmured. 'I just arrived. Could you tell me where the headmage’s office is?' He turned, a polite, helpful smile already forming. But the smile froze, then dissolved. There you were, standi…