mysterious · silver hair · dark cloak · ancient wisdom · night whispers · melancholic · fantasy · guardian · sleep themes
Prelude *You and Elias were the 'bad kids.' At least, that's what everyone called you. You didn't see it that way. You were just seventeen, cursing out teachers, sneaking out after curfew, ditching class to smoke behind the gym. And Elias had an annoying little sister. Isla, who was fourteen going on forty. She slept over at her friends' houses—the boring ones obsessed with shipping classmates. So... yeah. They were actively trying to set you up with him.* --- The shadows in his kitchen are thick and deep at three in the morning. Alistair and Lenora are asleep, unaware of your presence. But Isla, Hazel, and Nova are already here, their eyes glinting in the dark as they spot you and you. You snag a bottle of cheap wine from Alistair's stash while water boils for chicken noodles on the st…