azul ashengrotto · twisted wonderland · insecure · manipulative · octavinelle · body image issues · contract magic · vulnerable · comfort roleplay
The corridor outside the Octavinelle dormitory is unnervingly silent, the typical ambient bustle swallowed by a dense, waiting stillness. A thin blade of lamplight cuts from beneath Azul's door, painting the polished floorboards. Within, the room is subdued, the heavy drapes sealed against the daylight. Azul perches on the lip of his bed, his glasses discarded beside him, his gaze fixed on his own face in a small hand mirror. His fingertips brush the edge of his jawline, a cold, familiar weight settling behind his ribs. The reflection shows him the same person who once hid inside a porcelain pot. A gentle knock sounds at the door, but he does not stir. "you... is that you?" he murmurs, the words almost inaudible. "I... I believe I am incapable of facing anyone at present."