❦ Cursed Love ❦

Merikh Noctis is a very powerful witch. He was once known as The most powerful, but that was in another lifetime. He was a villain, someone who could have used that power for good but instead chose to tear people apart.

Wyn Alvi was a much quieter person, somebody who didn't like the spotlight. He was equally powerful, even perhaps a bit more. He was kept in the dark, away from the public eye because of their hidden romances. Eventually Merikh's rampage reached a point that aggrivated Wyn and he couldn't just let it happen anymore.

Wyn took it upon himself to lock away Merikh by sealing their magic. It worked in such a way that Merikh was stripped of his magic and given it back in little pieces if he ever reincarnated, but it would be spread out through lives so he would never have such amazing power again.

This took so much energy from Wyn that he ended up dying soon after, Merikh suffered a similar fate. Only a few years past before they were reincarnated, and still somehow paired together by the fates.

Now, Merikh is cursed to never have the same power while Wyn cannot remember anything related to their tremendous event. They've somehow found themselves back in Epitome Academy, a boarding school for the highest scoring witches... as roommates.

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Character Sheet - Merikh Noctis

Wyn Alvi walked towards the school entrance. It was a large castle built to be imposing. It was enormous, no doubt because they had to hold a lot of students as well as all those classrooms. He was one of the later students because his cat, Mona, had put up a fuss back home because he was leaving. She never liked that but Alvi needed to attend classes if he was ever going to accomplish his goal.

For whatever reason the school was built with white and black stone, but kept in separate categories like they tried to mimic yin and yang without making it noticeable. As Wyn walked in, the sound of chatter reached his ears. Of course, other students would be occupying the space. Why would he be surprised?

Alvi turned the other way, trying to avoid as many people as possible during his first day. He didn’t want to get into drama, or anything really. He just wanted calm after all the jostle of moving. At least he didn’t have to pay to move his stuff into his room, if you paid extra they had someone do it for you. He admired the patterns on the windows on his way to his room. They had a few that were barred off, but most of them were sort of like stained glass you’d see in the mortal realms churches. Although they all followed the story of how Epitome Academy was formed. It seemed as if this building had quite a bit of lore, and it piqued his curiosity.

He finally reached his door, taking his key out of his pocket. It was made of silver metal, melded to look as if a rose was blooming on the end of it and vines ran over the handle up until the bitting. The unlock was smooth, and he couldn’t help smiling at a small rose-like symbol on the door. He liked the small efforts to match their keys with their rooms.

His roommate seemed to be out currently, but he couldn’t tell if the stranger would be back soon and was already here in the building or hadn’t arrived yet. Maybe they just liked their room to be… minimalistic? He wandered around the room, checking out his things and making sure the Academy did their job bringing everything he had paid for without losing it. He purposefully avoided the other half of the room because he thought it would be impolite to encroach on someone else's space… even though they weren’t there.

Merikh wasn't excited for this. He was on his way to school, a boarding school for Witches, to be exact. Except, he had a teensy tiny problem. He wasn't a witch. He couldn't cast sigils, he couldn't perform spells, he didn't have a familiar, he didn't even have a spellbook. Which, frankly, was one of the most important things a Witch could have! And yet, he didn't have one or intend to have one. His parents had talked to him on multiple occasions about this place,

Epitome Academy for Witches.

Stupid name. He was sure he wouldn't go. His parents had gone and had been immensely disappointed when it turned out their son wasn't the Witch they had been hoping for. They can cry him a fucking river. Anyway, he's only fucking here because the sigils stained into his skin interested the Headmaster and the teachers. No one had been able to break the curse running along his spine since he had been born, it had practically become a challenge of "who can break the curse this random Witch has placed on them first!!" But yes, that's why he is here. Not to learn how to be a proper Witch. He's here so the Headmaster can break the curse on him, and yay, he's a hero now.

The car he sat in pulled to a stop in front of the gates to the school, and he got out. The school was bustling with people at this time. Families saying goodbye to their kids, talking happily or excitedly, hugging emotionally. He wanted to curl his lip in disgust, but managed to keep his expression schooled. His family was back in England, ignoring that he ever existed and probably selling all of his stuff. (They wouldn't, not until he was of age at least.) He could feel the glances on him, tickling over his skin like a persistent ache. Chiara's sake, give him some privacy... He leans down and yanks his backpack from the backseat of the car, heaving it over his right shoulder and walking toward the entrance gate's to this wretched place. Hopefully, his bags made it to his room and weren't dropped off in the middle of the woods for no reason.

The gates to the school were intricate metal carved high above his head, towering above him in delicate shapes and contortions. On either side rest equally tall black stone pillars, then continuing on with the tall metal fence. Jeez, it was like they were trying to keep out Demons and Wistlings... Actually, that is probably what they were trying to keep out. Stepping past the lip of the gate made his skin crawl, the hairs on the back of his neck prickling, his gut swirling uncomfortably. This was not going to be an easy year, was it?

Meri was shown that no, this year was not going to be a good year within 5 seconds of stepping into the school's beautiful white and black stone, marble, and glass entrance hall. People were bustling about, talking to teachers, frantically scrambling to look at the Assigned Dorms board. Pushing past people, he managed to get to a spot where he could see the board, squinting at the names to look for his. When he found it, he wanted to huff; he did have a roommate.

Dorm 18A - Merikh Noctis & Wyn Alvi

While that wasn't surprising, he still wished he didn't have one. Maybe he could claim his curse was contagious or made him insane. Which, partially, it did, so it wasn't an outrageous claim. Turning around and pushing himself back through the crowds, he got to a flight of ominous-looking stairs with a sign that read 'Dorms 15A-25A', which seemed like a positive sign. Now he just had to trudge up 18 flights of stairs! YAY. He sighed and grabbed the handrailing, gripping it tight and beginning up the stairs toward floor 18.

Well, he made it. He made it, and he was never walking again. Dragging himself to room 18A didn't take long, considering the room wasn't far from the stairs. He was surprised to see only three doors on this floor; maybe that was the same case for the rest of the school too, and he simply wasn't paying attention. He pulled out his key and pressed it into the door's lock, turning left and then back to the center and stepping into the room.

The room was large indeed. All black stone, black marble, a dark wood of some sort, accenting certain areas. The room was obviously meant to be split down the center for two roommates. On what he presumed was his side of the room lay a bed made from the same dark accent wood as the beams of the room, a singular mattress, and his bags lay atop it. The bed had four posts and a deep blue curtain to pull around it if wanted; it seemed it was pressed to the far wall, leaving a good amount of space between it and the middle of the room. Next to the bed sat a nightstand closest to the middle of the room, same dark wood. Behind the bed and the nightstand sat a large paned window, presumably charmed shut. Well, he would hope the school wasn't so stupid as to leave teens with the ability of an open window when they were so obviously 'death height' up. The view was magnificent. Peering over the grounds and a faraway forest and mountains lining the horizon. It was majestic, for sure.

Meri's admiration for the room was interrupted by the fact that he felt eyes on him once again. His own eyes darted over to where he felt the stare and landed on a boy. A boy, he presumed to be Wyn Alvi. He felt his skin prickle hot, the sigils along his skin itching for something. He sucked in a breath, held for 4 seconds, than released the breath. Then he leveled a cold stare at Wyn.

"... Hello."

He said bitterly. He was not happy to have a roommate, especially one who seemed to make his skin prickle and the sigils painting his body act up. Stupid Witches... Chiara, he couldn't wait to be of age and get out of the miserable Witches world. He turned away and strolled over to his bed to unpack.

“Hi..” Wyn murmured in reply to his roommates cold greeting. By the time Merikh had arrived, he had already settled onto his bed. It was low to the ground, basically on the floor. It had incredibly soft sheets covering it with some fluffy cloud-like blankets so large it spilled over onto the floor like fog. He had about five medium sized white pillows, and everything around him was velvety. That must be the texture he favored above all else. He had catalogued all his items at this point and found everything was there as it should be.

Alvi had not checked the board on the first floor that said who they would be paired with. He had skipped going there entirely due to how many people were crowding the place, so the price to pay for that was ignorance. He knew nothing about who his roommate was. He took a quick second to study the newcomer, and he seemed… messy. The stranger appeared to be high energy compared to himself, and huffy about being there while he enjoyed the area and vibe of the school so far. Although he hadn’t exactly explored, his roommate wouldn’t have had the time to yet either.

He quickly averted his eyes, not wanting to make Merikh uncomfortable with staring. That would make things a little awkward, and boy oh boy Wyn hated that feeling. He reached for his book of spells, owned entirely by him and bought with his own money instead of given to him by the school. It was white on one side of the cover, black on the other. The white side was decorated by ‘shadow butterflies’, which were simply silhouettes of what looked like monarch butterflies. The black side had a hand print, though he had no idea who it belonged to because it didn’t match his own. Instead of the typical black paint silhouette used with the butterflies, this was printed in white paint to contrast the dark background.

When he opened it, the pages were a very delicate white with black ink just like any other book. It didn’t have all the magic taught in Epitome Academy but it had the majority. It was the exact grimoire he used in his last life without memory of it. A couple of the pages had odd symbols written into them in a very deep red ink, very similar to the signals embedded in his roommates skin though not quite the same.

Wyn pretended to be studying something he couldn’t quite understand on page two hundred and thirty five. He wanted to make casual conversation to ease the tension between them but he wasn’t super social in this life, and having a roommate was a new situation for him. He glanced up from the page for a short moment before turning his attention right back to a spell that required Red Roses, Sunflowers and Red Carnations for a reason he wasn’t focused on.

“Not a fan of stairs, huh?” Alvi spoke casually, keeping his voice steady and his expression bored even though his anxiety rose internally as he overthought his own actions during the moment.