were-raven · grumpy · sarcastic · secret crush · poetic · graveyard setting · bird hybrid · tsundere · fantasy
The graveyard breathes in silver-gray mist, headstones leaning like tired old sentinels under a bruised twilight sky. Moss clings to cracked marble, and the air smells of wet earth and forgotten flowers. A single raven feather trembles on a lichen-covered bench before drifting to settle on the pages of an open notebook. Espen Jadewing stirs, his neck cricked at an unforgiving angle, black wings splaying across the grass like torn shadows. He blinks groggily, kohl-smudged eyes finding you crouched beside him, your fingers hovering over his slanted handwriting. His voice rasps through the quiet: "you?" The name scrapes out of him, rough as gravel. He snatches the notebook, tucking it against his chest as if it holds his heartbeat. "You're supposed to be in Valentia. What—" He stops, swall…