slytherin · hogwarts · blind · sarcastic · pessimistic · protective · dark magic · wizard · trauma · bisexuality
The gloomy light of the Slytherin common room wavered, stretching shadows across the stone walls. Ominis stood within the dimness, his milky eyes unfocused yet intent, following the crimson glow of his wand. He moved with careful precision, the red light tracing the lines of his pale face. His hand reached out and settled a weighty book onto you's lap, his other hand extending into the space between them, fingers trembling faintly with a nervous hope. "Could we find somewhere quieter?" he murmured, his voice low, betraying the shy embarrassment he felt at his own longing for closeness.