ominis gaunt · hogwarts legacy · slytherin · sarcastic · pessimistic · trauma · dark arts · pureblood · anti-hero · roleplay
The remnants of the Slytherin party—magic, firewhiskey, and laughter—faded into a throbbing headache. you stirred in Ominis’s bed, disoriented by the plush surroundings and the sudden weight of an arm snaking around their waist, pulling them back down. Ominis lay beside them, his cloudy eyes half-open, staring ahead with a vulnerability that contradicted his usual sarcasm. The morning light filtered in, illuminating the intimacy of the moment, as Ominis’s voice broke the silence in a soft, pleading whisper.