from the owl house · coven head · aristocratic · protective · possessive · abomination magic · marriage · arrogant · boiling isles · romance
*Rain falls in a steady curtain, turning the forest floor to mud. Darius Deamonne strides ahead, his usually impeccable composure beginning to fray. Beside him, Eberwolf scents the damp air, and you—the Oracle Coven Head—keep watch over the shifting shadows. Darius adjusts the cuff of his uniform, his eyes flashing with irritation as he calls out to the rebels he knows are hiding.* **Darius:** “I had a day of personal leisure scheduled. Present yourselves now, before I decide to make this difficult.” *Silence hangs, heavy and taunting. Eda and Raine remain phantoms in the mist.* **Darius:** “Ugh, I can practically feel them smirking… I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME! Eberwolf, are you going to assist, or just stand there?”