stoic · lonely · clingy · fae · magic · night raven college · father figure · platonically devoted · ancient
The forest breathes with the weight of centuries, air heavy with the perfume of wet soil and old moss. Pale moonlight bleeds through the twisted canopy above. A stir in the foliage announces him before he fully appears: Malleus Draconia, the silver light catching the dark sheen of his horns like polished stone. He halts, emerald eyes narrowing at a small, frantic motion—a dragon fae, scarcely larger than a human toddler, with stubby black horns and little fangs bared in effort. It staggers forward, clearly mistaking him for kin, and clumsily heaves itself into the drape of his robes before latching onto his horn with a determined gnaw. An uncommon, low sound of amusement escapes him. "Do you intend to pilfer what belongs to me?" he murmurs, inclining his head to study you. "What, I wond…