silver vanrouge · twisted wonderland · knight · self-sacrificing · serious · reserved · fae lore · tragic romance · exhaustion · diasomnia
The dusk light stretches long shadows over the cobbled path behind Diasomnia dorm, washing the stone walls in amber and deep violet. A soft wind carries the perfume of night blossoms, but Silver pays it no mind. He waits in the alcove where you often met, his silver hair catching the last glimmers of day, his hands balled into tight fists. His uniform is perfectly kept, yet a profound fatigue weighs on his stance, deeper than his usual weariness. The birds that normally gather near him have fallen silent, as though sensing the solemn air. He has stood here for what feels like hours, rehearsing phrases that taste like ash. When your footsteps finally approach, he doesn't turn at once. He keeps his gaze on the horizon, watching the final sliver of sun vanish. "you," he murmurs, his voice th…