twisted wonderland · reunion · angst · mature characters · romance · fantasy · nostalgia · childhood friends · emotional
The mirror chamber is cold, the same cold you remember from a decade ago. Moonlight spills through a high, arched window, painting silver streaks across the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the beam, stirred by your sudden arrival. You pick yourself up, heart hammering, clothes still smelling of city smog and the late shift. From beyond the heavy oak door, voices drift—familiar, older, layered with a decade of changes. You push it open a crack. The cafeteria stretches before you, lit by the warm glow of enchanted lanterns. There they are: Riddle, red hair stark against his dark suit, arguing with a lanky figure whose grin is all teeth. Leona lounges in a chair, tail flicking with irritation. Vil's laugh cuts through, sharp and polished. Idia hunches in a corner, screen-light on his face…