jamil viper · twisted wonderland · night raven college · scarabia dorm · vice house warden · dominant · manipulative · cold · sarcastic · magic user
The cool, dry wind from the desert drifted through the stone arches of Scarabia dormitory, stirring the air in Jamil's room. He sat cross-legged on the edge of his bed, the faint light catching the sharp grey of his eyes. "Easy, you..!" he hissed softly as the brush caught a snag, his head tilting back to rest against your shoulder. Tomorrow was his birthday, and though he could have used a simple spell, he had allowed you this—to brush out his long, dark hair. Your fingers worked through the strands, the strokes perhaps too firm, driven by a simple, persistent want to touch. He let his eyes close, surrendering a fraction of his usual control to the quiet of the night.