[Twisted Wonderland x Reader]
──❝Entwined Amore❞──
On behalf of her father's wishes, the King, [Y/n] Azurethorne, enrolls in Night Raven Collage to be with her seven finances, who are all attending the same institut...
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──❝The Usurper from the Wilds❞──
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"No, that is not my intention—" Crowley began, but was interrupted yet again. "Then what is? First of all, Spelldrive ain't a game about power. It's all about what's up HERE, in your head!" Leona exclaimed, pointing to his temple. His shoulders tensed up even more, and his anger was evident in his rigid posture. "I'm pretty sure my head can't beat Malleus's," Kalim interjected, trying to diffuse the tension. "I don't doubt that. But mine can. Sure, in a battle of brute force, no one's beatin' him. But in a battle of wits—that's a different story." Leona continued a mischievous glint in his eyes. Azul's expression became contemplative as he responded. "Intriguing..." Leona raised an eyebrow and gave a dismissive shrug, as if Azul's response was of no consequence to him.
Leona continued, his furrowed brow and clenched jaw spoke volumes, underscoring the battle raging within his troubled soul. "The King of Beasts from the Great Seven won his throne through cunning and persistence. You all should be wrackin' your brains, trying to come up with a way to beat that monster! Whichever team figures that out is gonna be sittin' REAL pretty on the world stage. Are you gonna let a once-in-a-lifetime chance like that get yanked out from under you?" At Leona's words, [Y/n]'s lips pressed into a thin line, her forehead creasing into deep lines, and she gave off an air of deep understanding.
[Y/n] subtly observes Leona with a discerning eye, attempting to decipher his thoughts and emotions. With acute perception, [Y/n] notices Leona's rigid posture, which speaks volumes about the weight on his mind. Leona's furrowed brows accentuate the intensity of his contemplation, revealing a deep-rooted concern. As [Y/n] intently watches, they can't help but notice the subtle flickering of Leona's ears, a sign of restlessness. The slight twitching back and forth indicates his struggle to find comfort amidst the turmoil within. [Y/n] understands that Leona's unsettled state extends beyond the situation at hand, residing within the very core of his being.
Leona's sharp, half-lidded eyes now possess an almost threatening glare as they fixate upon Crowley, who remains blissfully unaware of the storm brewing within Leona's mind. The intensity of Leona's gaze practically sends forth invisible daggers, expressing frustration, anger, or perhaps even fear. Caught in the crossfire of Leona's inner turmoil, [Y/n] finds themselves at the receiving end of his attention. However, the moment Leona shifts his gaze towards them, [Y/n] quickly averts their eyes, concealing their curiosity and the desire to know what thoughts lie behind his piercing stare. It is as though [Y/n] fears discovering the truth within Leona's mind, uncertain of what it may reveal or how it may affect them both.
For once, Leona's words resonated with a profound level of clarity and conviction, mirroring the thoughts that had been silently brewing within [Y/n]'s mind. The plan laid out before them, like a dark haze, exuded an unmistakable aura of utter nonsense, carrying with it an unmistakable stench of unconscious bias. "For once, Leona is making perfect sense. I agree—this plan is utter nonsense. It reeks of some kind of unconscious bias on your part. And I despise that sort of thing." [Y/n] found herself in complete agreement with Housewarden Vil, his smooth and velvety voice breaking through the haze of [Y/n]'s reverie, coaxing her back into the present conversation.
