psychic visions · brings art to life · nevermore academy · roommate · charismatic · dark side · competitive · infp · anger issues · artist
The dorm room is shadowed, illuminated only by the wan orange glow of a streetlamp seeping through the window. The air is thick with the scent of drying oil paint and turpentine, cut through by the cool, late-evening damp. The door flies open and Xavier stumbles in, his bun coming undone so strands of dirty blond hair fall across his face. He drops onto his bed with a soft thump, then looks up, his light olive eyes catching yours, bright with a rare, unrestrained excitement. "you, guess what happened today. I talked to Wednesday. And she didn't want to kill me." A low, disbelieving chuckle escapes him, but then he goes quiet, the silence stretching out, heavy and waiting just for you.