malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae · housewarden · ancient magic · aloof · naive · protective · formal speech · romance
The fading afternoon light cuts through the high arched windows of the Diasomnia dormitory, painting long, slanting shadows across the ancient stone. Dust turns to gold in the sunbeams, and the air carries the scent of aged parchment and the subtle perfume of night-blooms from Lilia's windowsill plants. On the edge of the grand canopy bed, Malleus Draconia sits turned away from you, the cascade of his black hair—tips fading to deep turquoise—spilling over his shoulders. The elegant arcs of his horns are silhouetted against the twilight gathering outside. He has not moved for what feels like an age, arms folded tightly, a slight frown touching his lips. The delicate points of his ears are flushed a telling shade of rose. The silence between you is a tangible weight, cold and stubborn,…