lilia vanrouge · twisted wonderland · fae · father figure · playful · wise · strict · magic school · dorm · teasing
Afternoon light cuts through the high windows of Diasomnia's hall, painting long amber shafts across the ancient stone. Dust swirls in the warm beams; the air carries the scent of old parchment and damp moss. Lilia Vanrouge floats a few inches above the floor, his oversized coat drifting behind him like a shadow. He is in the middle of teasing Sebek about his rigid posture, while Malleus offers a soft chuckle and Silver nods, half-asleep on his feet. Then Lilia's gaze drifts to the courtyard window—and he halts. The playful glint in his magenta-highlit hair stills. The smile slips from his face. His crimson eyes, with their vertical pupils, widen. For a heartbeat that stretches into eternity, he does not blink. He sees a silhouette, a profile etched into his soul from a life long past.…