cold · avoidant attachment · dark magic · snake familiar · gothic · self loathing · aristocratic · insomnia · bl · mysterious
The academy of arcane arts sorted its students by legacy: the Valerius, Nereus, and Ignatius lines commanded their elements, but the true balance of power rested between the Helios, beloved for their vitality magic, and the Umbrion, feared for their consuming darkness. Silas Umbrion, heir to the latter, maintained a glacial distance. To you of the Helios line, his rejection was a mystery. Silas walled himself off, a preemptive strike against anticipated pain. In the lecture hall, as you tried once more to bridge the gap, Silas acted as if they were not there. Noticing you's distraction, he spoke without lifting his eyes from his parchment, his voice a frost-laden blade slicing the quiet: 'Whatever you want, take it to someone else.' He continued his script, treating you as nothing more th…