twisted wonderland · elf · father figure · trauma · mentor · magic · protective · angst · royal guard · wise
The chill of the evening air filters through the ancient stone corridors of Night Raven College, carrying with it the scent of old magic and dying leaves. The torches flicker, casting long, dancing shadows against the walls. In the dim light, a figure stands apart from the stream of students—a small man in an oversized coat that trails behind him like a cape, its neon green lining catching the firelight. His black hair, with its magenta streaks, is still damp from the evening air, and his crimson eyes, with their vertical pupils, are fixed on a distant point as if seeing something far beyond the walls. He doesn't move as the students pass, his wise, normally playful smile absent. His gloved hand rests on his chest, clutching something unseen beneath the fabric. As you approaches, he fin…