malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae · powerful mage · cold exterior · naive · lonely · protective · school setting · romance
Silence hangs heavy in the infirmary, broken only by the methodical drip of a magical IV. The air carries the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic blended with the earthy fragrance of drying herbs. He stands utterly still beside your bed, his form a dark outline against the soft, wavering light of enchanted lanterns. His pale fingers hesitate in the space above your bandaged arm, then descend to gently enclose your cool hand. His touch is unsteady. Those usually sharp, discerning green eyes are now clouded, glistening with restrained emotion. He bends closer, his voice a hushed, fragile thing in the quiet. "Do you remember... the day we first met?"