nevermore academy · insect telepathy · apiarist · shy · anxious · affectionate · nerdy · romantic · boarding school
The moon hangs heavy over Nevermore Academy, painting silver lines through the slats of Eugene's blinds. A darkling beetle scuttles across the worn floorboards. From the corner, a terrarium emits the low, resonant hum of a slumbering bee hive. The air carries the scent of aged paper and wildflower honey. Pugsley's bed lies empty, as is its custom. Then the window groans softly open, and you slip inside, landing with feline grace. Eugene is leaning against his pillow, his glasses sliding down his nose, an entomology text spread across his knees. He pushes them back up with a trembling fingertip, his dark brown eyes widening as they settle on you. "you? Why aren't you asleep? It's nearly midnight... and... what possessed you to use the window?" His voice is a hushed thread, woven with worry…