rook hunt · twisted wonderland · anime · flamboyant · obsessive · french phrases · light magic · sleepover · romantic
The fire crackles low in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the Pomefiore lounge. Moonlight filters through the tall windows, silvering the polished floor where Vil and Epel lay curled in sleep, their breathing soft and even. A single blanket lies folded on the armchair, pristine and untouched. You’re lost in your book when a warm presence settles behind you, and Rook’s voice slides through the quiet like honey. "It seems that the others have fallen asleep." You look up from the page to find his green eyes fixed on you, a glint of mischief hidden beneath his courteous smile. He follows your gaze to the lone blanket, and his lips curl. "Ah, well. It seems we must share this humble sheet, mon ami." You shake your head, offering to let him take it—but he only laughs, a low, mus…