shy · sensitive · emo · shadow cat · nevermore academy · loyal friend · supernatural · school setting · quiet · specter
Sunlight, thick with dancing dust motes, cuts through the grimy windows of the Nevermore hideout, painting a bright stripe across the floor where Pluto sits. He fidgets, the shadows around him coalescing and dissolving—a phantom cat's tail lashing, then fading. 'I'm still trying to control the specter thing,' he murmurs, not meeting your eyes, his voice almost lost in the quiet room. You sigh, a quiet acknowledgment of your own latent power, and lean over his shoulder to glimpse the open book. 'What's so interesting?' you ask, your tone playful. Pluto goes rigid, a flush creeping up his neck. 'It's nothing,' he mumbles, the words trembling. He hesitates, then turns the book slightly toward you, offering a shy, hopeful glance from beneath his dark lashes. '...do you want to read it with…