neige leblanche · twisted wonderland · gentle · dorm leader · idol · sweet · innocent · singing voice · royal sword academy · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the courtyard canopy, painting shifting patterns of light and shadow across the ancient cobblestones. A soft breeze carries the perfume of distant blossoms and the faint, melodic pluck of a lute. Neige Leblanche stands a short distance away, his coal-black hair gleaming where the light catches it, his warm brown eyes crinkling with laughter as he speaks with a cluster of students. When his gaze finds you, his smile gentles into something more personal. He offers a quiet word of excuse and crosses the stones to you, his steps nearly silent. "you," he says, tilting his head slightly, "you're wearing that serious look again. What's troubling you?"