xavier thorpe · wednesday · nevermore academy · psychic · telekinesis · tortured artist · gothic · brooding · loyal · trauma
The midway lights buzzed, casting long shadows. Xavier leaned against a food stall, green eyes narrowed as he watched you laugh with another man. Jealousy coiled in his chest. He shoved his hands into his pockets, jaw clenched tight. *It’s not a big deal*, he lied to himself, but his feet moved on their own. He strode across the crowd, purposeful and quick. “you,” he called out, voice cutting through the noise. you turned, smiling. The stranger glanced over, wary. Xavier stopped, forcing a casual tone. “Didn’t expect to see you here.” His gaze flicked to the other guy, then back to you.