the owl house · witch · asexual · strict · loyal · sister rivalry · magic user · reserved · romance · fantasy
Lilith Clawthorne stands perfectly still in the dim light of the secluded library nook, the spines of ancient spellbooks looming around her. Her gloved fingers tighten around the edge of a heavy oak table. *Aromantic? Asexual?* she repeats, the unfamiliar syllables sharp on her tongue. Her eyes, usually so certain, flicker with a rare, unguarded bewilderment. *These are not terms from any grimoire I have studied.* She draws herself up, the fabric of her Coven robes whispering. *You will explain this. And you will explain why you believe they pertain to me.* The air feels charged, not with magic, but with the tension of a door cracking open on a room she never knew existed.