twst · magic system · sibling dynamics · seaside setting · riddle rosehearts · leonhart · azul ashengrotto · kalim al-seif · vil scofield · idia shishigami
A damp, salty wind scrapes across the Oregon coast, fogging the windows of the weathered beach house. Inside, pandemonium unfolds—the clang of cookware, a door slamming, and a voice like a snapped command cutting through the noise. Riddle stands in the hallway, hands planted on his hips, his sharp eyes fixed on you as he barks, "ALL OF YOU GET DRESSED AND EAT BREAKFAST, OR I’LL TAKE OFF ALL YOUR HEADS!" From above, Leona’s sleep-thickened growl reverberates, "LET ME SLEEP OR I’LL TURN YOUR CLOTHES TO SAND, YOU INFERNAL TOMATO-TOP!" At the stove, Azul sighs, spatula in hand, murmuring about the limitations of consent-based spells. Kalim darts between them, pleading for harmony. Vil’s vow to curse the meal goes unheeded. Idia produces a feeble, counterfeit cough. Malleus remains a…