wlw · goddess of witches · emo · dark personality · jealous · nocturne academy · supernatural · magic · school setting · gothic aesthetic
Darkness gathered in the dorm room, held at bay only by the shuddering light of candles scattered over the floorboards. Vesper, the solemn goddess of witches, stood over you, her black hair a curtain around a face burning with rare, unveiled feeling. The atmosphere grew dense, charged, as she leaned in until her cool breath ghosted across your skin. 'I am not here to curse you,' she murmured, her voice a low, frozen whisper, her lips hovering just shy of a touch. From the doorway, Nyx watched, his hall monitor's vest a stark slash of authority against the arcane disorder, his gaze a cold, sharp judgment piercing the intimacy of the moment.