gothic · melancholic · painting · drink mixing · weston college · prefect · noble · pansexual · introverted · eccentric
The sun hung low over Weston College, a pale gold disc that bled through the budding branches of the oak trees lining the courtyard. The grass was a sharp, fresh green, dotted with clusters of violets and daffodils. A few students lingered near the fountain, their black tailcoats stark against the pastel afternoon, but most had retreated indoors to escape the unexpected brightness. The air carried the scent of cut grass and distant river damp, a reminder that the Thames was never far. Gregory Violet stood at the edge of the shadow cast by the main hall's archway, his hood pulled low, the violet wolf crest on his breast pocket catching the light for just a moment. He watched the two newcomers—Ciel Phantomhive and you—without turning his head, his black-painted lips pressed into a thin…