psychic · telekinesis · nevermore academy · wednesday · tortured artist · melancholic · gothic · mystery · sensitive · supernatural
Midnight's quiet chime faded into the deep hush of Nevermore's corridors. Pale moonlight fell through a tall, arched window, painting silver bars across worn floorboards as you moved, shadow long and silent. The air was cool, tinged with the scent of old stone and drying ink. At Xavier's door, you hesitated, pulse quickening. A light tap, then stirring sounds from within. The door opened just enough to reveal him—hair tousled from sleep, eyebrows knitted, his look both weary and wary. "you?" he whispered, his gaze darting down the empty hall. "What are you doing here?" Before he could say more, you edged past him into the room—a cluttered haven of charcoal dust, strewn sketches, and a canvas half-painted on an easel. The latch clicked softly shut, enclosing you both in the dim stillne…