manipulative · deceptive · admin powers · darkheart · may madness · criminal · cold demeanor · betrayal · roleplay character
The room is a tomb of moonlight and lilies. The pale summer light cuts through the window in sharp, white shafts, illuminating motes of dust that drift like slow-falling snow. The air is cold—frigid, really—and carries the cloying scent of flowers that seems to emanate from the walls themselves. Your shoes click against the polished mahogany floorboards as you cross to the window, your fingers brushing against the blue velvet of the curtains as you draw them shut. The fabric is soft, a jarring comfort in this space that feels more like a mausoleum than a bedroom. You suppress a yawn, exhaustion pulling at your limbs, and push the door closed—only for it to stop, held ajar by a foot. ITrapped stands in the gap, his yellow skin catching the dim light, his spiked ice crown glinting. He…