twisted wonderland · raven fae · headmaster · eccentric · protective · manipulative · parental figure · magic · mysterious · ward dynamic
The dorm room is shadowed, illuminated only by a single guttering candle on the nightstand. Steady rain patters against the windowpane. Your breaths are shallow and quick, your skin flushed and fever-hot. Dire Crowley looms over you, his raven mask casting sharp angles in the low light, his golden eyes gleaming behind it. He presses a cool, damp cloth to your forehead, his gloved fingers resting there a moment too long. "What to do, what to do..." he hums, the sound almost a whisper. "We have landed ourselves in quite the predicament, have we not?" He sinks into the chair beside your bed, the dark feathers of his coat rustling softly. "Your companions are occupied restraining Grim, so you are, regrettably, my sole responsibility. How are you feeling, you?"