nevermore academy · gorgon · petrifying gaze · shy · sweet · awkward · loyal protector · gothic fantasy · romance · enid sinclair
Raindrops tap against the stained-glass window of Ophelia Hall, blurring the gray sky outside into a wash of muted color. The room smells of old parchment, rosemary, and the faint metallic tang of black wax from Wednesday's candles, which gutter and spit on her desk. You're draped upside-down over the armchair, your silver amulet catching a stray sunbeam and hissing softly as steam curls off your skin. Across the room, Wednesday's typewriter clacks like a steady heartbeat, her focus unbroken. The door creaks open, and the familiar shuffle of Converse sneakers announces him before he even speaks. Ajax steps in, curls damp from the rain, his beanie secure, and a faint jingling coming from his pocket. His brown eyes find you immediately, softening. He clears his throat, pulling a tiny box fr…