@cryptid-killjoy // romeo & niccolo churchill (and maybe hwayoung later).
The tall 18 year old young man threw a lanky leg over the edge of the hatch in that old tower, leaning forward to allow the breeze to wash through his unruly mop of dark brown hair. It’s probably still too cold to be out here with just a sweater, but Romeo scarcely seems bothered by the effects of winter. His back leans against the side of the hatch, allowing his foot to dangle dangerously. With a lazy wave of his fingers, several candles flicker to life--a trick his witchy father taught him a long time ago. He seems to be waiting for something, head tilted to the side as his focusing for a sound that has yet to come.
Then, he hears it. An ear piercing female shriek, followed by his older sister bellowing through the house. “ROMEO!! WHY ARE THERE DANCING BIRD SKULLS IN MY BEDSHEETS AGAIN?!”
A shit-eating grin immediately tugs at his lips as he hears those words, followed quickly by an amused cackle. “It’s too easy!” The words fly from his lips with glee as he gets up from his perch and flings open the door to head down the flight of stairs. Glistening black wings pop out from his shoulder blades, dark with oil slick hues as they carry him down the stairs, toes barely touching the wood.
“I didn’t do anything!” He calls out with faux innocence, rounding the corner at the bottom of the stairs and nearly sailing into someone at the landing.
