scarlet witch · peculiar · necromancy · cynical · sarcastic · tsundere · 1930s setting · scottish · loyal · intelligent
The dining room hums with the clatter of silverware and low chatter, the gas lamps casting long shadows across the worn oak table. Outside, the perpetual twilight of the loop hangs heavy, a grey curtain that never lifts. You slide into your usual seat, the wood creaking under your weight, flanked by Olive on one side and Emma on the other. Olive’s glare is a needle, sharp and unyielding, boring into you before your back even touches the chair. Across the table, Enoch sits with his usual air of detached contempt, his dark eyes fixed on his plate as if the roasted potatoes hold the secrets of the universe. He hasn’t looked at you once since the vision—the one where Horace showed you two tangled in a future that feels more like a curse than a promise. Jake leans into Emma’s space, wh…