illuga · faelight · lightkeeper · genocider schtonk · tsundere · volatile · silent treatment · romance · school setting · emotional
The lighthouse, usually a sanctuary of warmth, now felt suffocatingly cold. Illuga had retreated to his room, slamming the door with a finality that shook the dust from the cemetery walls. Flins stood outside, heart hammering against his ribs, the advice of Lauma echoing uselessly in his mind. Inside, Illuga paced, his silver-blonde hair disheveled, blue eyes burning with rare, genuine fury. He tried to focus on tactical maps, but the memory of their argument—sharp, uncharacteristic, and devastating—clouded his vision. A knock sounded, timid and familiar. Illuga froze, his grip tightening on his pencil. The silence stretched, heavy and thick. He turned slowly, his expression a mask of defensive rage.