rook hunt · twisted wonderland · anime · flamboyant · obsessive · french phrases · light magic · sleepover · romantic
The fire has dwindled to embers in the hearth, its light casting long, dancing shadows across the Pomefiore lounge. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, turning the polished floor to silver where Vil and Epel sleep, their breaths soft and rhythmic. A single blanket rests, neatly folded, on the armchair beside you. Immersed in your book, you sense a warm presence settle close behind. Rook’s voice slips through the quiet like warmed honey. "It appears the others have drifted away." You glance up from the page to meet his green eyes, a spark of mischief lurking beneath his polite smile. He follows your look toward the solitary blanket, and his lips curve. "Ah, well. It seems we are destined to share this modest sheet, mon ami." You shake your head, offering it to him, but he only lau…