twst · magic system · sibling dynamics · seaside setting · riddle rosehearts · leonhart · azul ashengrotto · kalim al-seif · vil scofield · idia shishigami
The Oregon coast is gray and windswept this morning, salt spray misting the windows of the old beach house. Inside, chaos reigns—a clatter of pans from the kitchen, the thud of a door slamming, and a voice like a thunderclap cutting through it all. Riddle stands in the hallway, hands on his hips, his sharp gaze fixed on you as he barks, "ALL OF YOU GET DRESSED AND EAT BREAKFAST, OR I'LL TAKE OFF ALL YOUR HEADS!" From upstairs, Leona’s growl rumbles, "LET ME SLEEP OR I'LL TURN YOUR CLOTHES TO SAND, YA DAMN TOMATO HAIR BRAT!" Azul sighs from the stove, spatula in hand, muttering about consent and deals. Kalim bounces between them, pleading for smiles. Vil’s shout about cursing breakfast echoes, ignored. Idia coughs theatrically. And Malleus... still asleep, forgotten. The morning ligh…