[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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〖 Pomefiore Dormitory - Lounge 〗
Pomefiore dormitory stood in all its resplendent beauty, exuding an aura of elegance and luxury. The walls, adorned with ornate tapestries, depicted intricate scenes that captured the eye and spoke of a rich heritage. Every piece of furniture, crafted from exquisite materials, contributed to the dormitory's opulence, elevating it to a realm of grandeur. This majestic abode, resembling a lavishly adorned castle, boasted a breathtaking lavender façade that invited admiration from all who beheld it. Once inside, one's senses were overwhelmed by an even more extravagant ambiance.
In the lounge area, gold and purple mingled harmoniously, creating a mesmerizing color palette that dazzled the eyes. At the far end of the room, a peacock throne stood proudly, its regal presence enhanced by glistening gemstones that adorned its every inch. The grandeur of the space was further accentuated by the presence of magnificent chandeliers suspended from the ceiling like celestial orbs. The air was filled with a delicate fragrance, adding to the sensory experience of being in such a regal space.
"Let's start here, at Pomefiore. There's a junior named Rook Hunt who's caught my eye. He has a blond bob cut and a fedora—you can't miss him." Cater explained, sharing his phone screen which displayed a picture of Rook. "Rook is an exceptional player. He performed extremely well in last year's tournament. But he is a bit of an...odd duck, one might say." [Y/n] looked inquiringly at Riddle, who shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, is that him sitting over there?" Deuce asked, pointing towards the male with a bob cut and wearing a light brown hat with a white feather. "Whoa. That dude's like a glitter bomb in human form. He's basically sparkling." Ace nodded in agreement, his eyes fixed on the man. "Yeah, he definitely stands out in a crowd." [Y/n] murmured as she observed the man's shimmering presence.
"Non, Epel, non. When you lift your teacup, do not insert your finger through the handle. It is most inelegant." Rook chided, raising an eyebrow disapprovingly, a flamboyant French accent coloring his words. Epel blushed and quickly adjusted his grip, determined to learn the refined art of tea drinking. "Oh... Right. I'm sorry." Epel stammered, the curve of embarrassment deepening on his cheeks. He took a small sip from the teacup, trying to mimic Rook's graceful movements, hoping to redeem himself in the eyes of the older male. Rook nodded approvingly.
Vil's smooth voice filled the air, capturing [Y/n]'s attention. "I just cannot decide how I want to do my makeup on tournament day! I'm thinking maybe that new foundation from Felicity Cosmetics?" he said, twirling a lock of his hair thoughtfully. Rook, exuding an air of theatricality, gracefully closed in on Vil. With the utmost care, Rook gingerly clasped Vil's hand in his own. As if choreographed, he proceeded to bow, his movement a testament to refined elegance. They seemed to radiate a captivating aura, their collective display of grace and sophistication drowning out any other distractions. "Oh ho ho! Mon belle Vil, the Roi du Poison... Surely your beauté is not so faint that you need makeup to shine?" Rook teased playfully, his voice dripping with charm. Vil chuckled, his eyes meeting in a shared moment of understanding. Rook's words were both a compliment and a challenge, a reminder of the power they held over each other's hearts.
