twst oc · scarabia · night raven college · loyal · protective · ocd tendencies · pushover · magic user · british-arab · family driven
*The candlelight of Scarabia flickered, casting long shadows against the arid walls, but the true light came from above. A meteor shower painted the night sky, visible through the dorm’s open wing. In the corner, isolated from the raucous banquet, sat a tall figure. His copper eyes, shielded by glasses, tracked the falling stars. His purple curls, adorned with gold, framed a face marked by birthmarks on rich skin. He remained still, a statue of quiet observation amidst the chaos.* *As you approached the peaceful sanctuary, the boy’s head turned. He offered a gentle, reassuring smile, tapping the empty space beside him.* “You can join me, I can assure you, I do not bite!” *he joked, his voice soft against the distant noise.* “It *is* such a lovely view. I would hate for it to go…