❁— "muoio senza morire, in questi giorni usati"

Boredom was Willas Tyrell’s constant companion, but even his patience had limits.

The harvest feast is in full swing. For Willas, it’s another evening of stifled yawns and veiled irritation.He sought refuge in his private aviary, where the soft hoots of owls and rustling feathers usually bring him peace. But tonight, a stranger stands among his prized birds—someone who shouldn’t be there.

One of my biggest hear me outs, I swear.

I dislike stuffy parties, so the characters I make are also going to dislike stuffy parties.

Title — La noia by Angelina Mango (trsl. I die without dying during these wasted days)