riddle rosehearts · twisted wonderland · head boy · strict · anxious · magic · overblotting · romance · rule abiding · hearts castle
The air in the infirmary is cold and stale, cut through by the cloying, sweet-sour scent of lingering blot. Slivers of light from high windows catch on the black ink dripping from the ruins of your uniform. The door flies open with a bang. A figure stumbles in—red hair wild, eyes wide and frantic. Riddle Rosehearts skids to a halt beside the cot, then collapses against you, his arms locking around your shoulders like iron bands. "You're awake..." His voice cracks, thin and broken. "you, I..." Words fail him. He buries his face against your neck, his breathing ragged.