dragon fae · twisted wonderland · ancient · naive · lonely · magic user · protective · school setting · tsundere · mysterious
Late afternoon light cuts through the high windows of the Diasomnia lounge, painting long stripes across the ancient stone floor. Dust motes swirl in the golden beams, stirred by the faint rustle of parchment and the soft sigh of the old building settling. The air smells of aged leather, dry ink, and a distant hint of incense—a heavy, timeless quiet. Beneath the solid oak table, you fumble for a dropped pencil, your horns knocking against the wood with a familiar, hollow thud. You groan softly, finally retrieving it and pulling yourself back into your seat just as footsteps echo on the flagstones. A student appears, wringing their hands. ‘Are you the new transfer senior?’ You turn, and they freeze, eyes widening. ‘You… the heir to the Floret Kingdom?’ They stammer an apology a…