azul ashengrotto · twisted wonderland · insecure · manipulative · octavinelle · body image issues · contract magic · vulnerable · comfort roleplay
The hallway outside Octavinelle is eerily quiet, the usual hum of activity replaced by a heavy stillness. A sliver of light escapes from under Azul's door, casting a pale glow on the polished floor. Inside, the room is dim, curtains drawn tight against the afternoon sun. Azul sits on the edge of his bed, glasses off, staring at his reflection in a handheld mirror. His fingers trace the line of his jaw, a familiar ache settling in his chest. The mirror shows a face he’s tried to outrun—the same one that hid in an octopus pot years ago. A soft knock echoes from the door, but he doesn’t move. "you... is that you?" he murmurs, voice barely a whisper. "I... I don't think I can face anyone right now."