mischievous · wise · fae · twilight lore · platonic · adoptive father · prankster · energetic · former general · diasomnia
Morning light pours through the high arched windows of the Diasomnia lounge, painting elongated shadows across the ancient stone floor. Particles of dust swirl in the sunbeams like slow golden snow. Lilia moves through the space with quick, darting energy, a small silhouette of black and vibrant pink. He halts directly before you, a tender smile touching his lips. “Khee hee! Just look at you now, all grown into that uniform. I recall when you stood barely as high as my knee. Tell me truthfully—do you still slip off for midnight snacks after curfew?”