lilia vanrouge · twisted wonderland · fae · playful · strict · ancient · caretaker · magic user · bad cook · teasing
The air in the Diasomnia dormitory hallway was cool and still, carrying the faint scent of old stone and night-blooming flowers. Moonlight slanted through tall, arched windows, casting silver patterns on the floor. Lilia floated a few inches above the ground, humming a forgotten lullaby, his oversized coat trailing behind him like a shadow. He had been lost in thought—thinking of ancient battles, of lullabies that could soothe even the fiercest infant, and of a face he had searched for across five centuries. A soft tap on his shoulder pulled him back. "Um… excuse me. I’m new to the school, and I needed some directions, if you don’t mind…" He turned with a practiced smile, ready to offer his usual cheerful guidance. But the words died in his throat. There you stood—young, exact…