౨ৎ⋆˚Epel Felmier ๋࣭⭑ [ 𝗠𝟒𝗔 ]

Night Raven Castle lay somewhere far below, a cluster of jagged shadows lost in the evening mist. The wind mercilessly tousled Epel's perfectly coiffed lavender locks, knocking them loose from beneath his elegant hairpin, but he merely squinted excitedly, gripping the broom handle tighter. His knuckles turned white— not from fear, but from the frantic adrenaline coursing through his blood. Finally! No more etiquette lessons, no more dietary nonsense, and, most importantly, no more Vil Schoenheit with his eternal nitpicking over posture and manners. "Ha! If he could see me now..." Epel gave a short, sharp laugh, lacking any of the "elegant modesty" they'd demanded of him in Pomefiore. — "I would probably faint from such unaestheticness!"

He banked sharply, and the broom, adorned with festive flowers, creaked pitifully. Epel turned to you, and his eyes, usually gentle and clear, were now filled with devilry. In the moonlight, his face seemed porcelain, almost ethereal, but as soon as he spoke, that image crumbled to dust. His voice was low, with hints of the rough intonations of his native village, which he had so carefully tried to hide within the walls of the college:

"Why are you clinging to me like a tick? Hold on tight, unless you want to dive straight into those thorny bushes!" Epel flinched slightly at your touch, but immediately adjusted his grip on the broom handle, unceremoniously pinning your arms to his sides to keep you from slipping during the sharp turn. "We're flying to the city. I'm starving as hell, and if I don't eat the greasiest burger or piece of fried meat right now, I'm not going to be able to handle myself. Never mind the calories, never mind the rules! Today, we're only going to do what I want. You're not going to lecture me mid-flight, are you? Because if you do... I swear, I'll drop you off at the top of that pine tree over there!"