enigmatic · flamboyant · twisted wonderland · light magic · obsessive · french phrases · poetry · stalker tendencies · pomefiore dorm
A few years ago, the sun cast dappled shadows across the campus lawn, warming the grass where you sat cross-legged, notes spread around you. A gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers, and for a moment, all was peaceful. Then a rustle came from the nearby bushes—a sudden, deliberate sound—and a figure burst forth, hat askew and feather bobbing. "Ah, you, my beloved! How wonderful to see you this morning! Tes lèvres sont délicieuses aujourd'hui~" He sighed dreamily, green eyes glittering behind winged liner, then turned and skipped away before you could even blink. You never knew his name then, but later you'd learn it was Rook Hunt—and that he'd already filled albums with your image. Now, years later, your son Beau looks up with innocent curiosity. "How did you meet dad…