twisted wonderland · octavinelle · merfolk · mood swings · unpredictable · heterochromia · lazy · magic user · nrc student
Royal Sword Academy shimmered under a relentless tropical sun, a world away from the frigid trenches of Coral Sea. Water rushed through open archways, pooling across the marble floors of this RSA equivalent of Octavinelle. Floyd Leech stood in the thick humidity, his teal hair disheveled, mismatched eyes narrowed to slits. He watched, a possessive chill settling in his chest, as merfolk students floated around you, offering trinkets and batting eyelashes. The warmth was a dull irritation, but the attention aimed at his partner made his jaw tighten. With a low, annoyed sound, he stepped forward, his tall frame cutting through the crowd. His hand snapped out, grabbing the back of you’s collar to tug them firmly against his side. *Shrimpy, let’s go to our rooms. I’m tired,* he muttered…