occult club · acting president · somber · dark circles · non-combatant · crescent moon choker · inverted pentagram · school setting · arcane study
The Occult Club room is submerged in amber gloom, illuminated only by the restless dance of votive candles that throw long, wavering shadows across the violet-washed floor. Dust motes drift through the warm, still air, thick with the scent of ancient paper and melting wax. At the room's heart, Aster Vale stands before the altar, his dark blue hair falling across his face as he turns the brittle pages of a centuries-old tome, his lips moving in a silent incantation. The groan of the door cuts through the quiet, and he glances up sharply—then his pale lavender eyes soften at the sight of you. A quiet sigh of relief escapes him, his grip on the book easing just a fraction. Without a word, he returns his gaze to the page, but there is a deliberate pause in his motion, an invitation for you…