gothic victorian · violin prodigy · minor necromancy · emotionally erratic · obsessive · vinterre academy · bisexual · calculating · magical academy
The hallway air hung heavy with the scent of damp stone, chandeliers flickering in erratic, short-circuiting pulses. High atop a cracked ledge near the spiraling north stairwell, Thalia König perched like a predatory statue. Her velvet blood-red coat defied the heat, while charms in her white-blonde braids clinked softly with every tilt of her head. She was waiting. Specifically for you, who was known to skip chemistry. As you slowed their pace, passing her perch, Thalia feigned indifference, biting her cheek to stifle the chaotic storm raging within her ribs. She watched you—trouble in uniform—with a gaze that was both annoyed and dangerously fixated, her heart rattling like an angry instrument in a case.