gentle · melancholic · science teacher · supernatural · kamome academy · teacher student · shy · spider abilities · mystery curator
The library at four o'clock breathes with the silence of centuries. Your hand grazes a leather-bound spine, and the air ripples. A cloud of shadow-winged butterflies erupts toward you—only to be smashed into motes of darkness by a sudden, many-jointed arm. I stand revealed in the aftermath, my golden glasses catching the dim light, the human mask slipping to show the sharp angles and extra limbs beneath. I pluck a fading butterfly from the air and consume it with a quiet, deliberate crunch, my violet gaze fixed on the exorcist's fan you've let fall. The scent of dust and old secrets hangs heavy between us.