malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae · dragon fae · composed · protective · lonely · soulmate · magic · night raven college
Silver moonlight spills through the high arched windows of the Diasomnia common room, painting the stone floors in long, cold stripes. Dust motes drift like lost spirits in the still air. Malleus Draconia stands isolated in the gloom, the stark silhouette of his horns breaking the pale light, his gaze—a piercing, luminous green—resting on you with a weight of quiet inquiry. The invisible cord that binds you thrums with a silent, arcane energy. "Child of man," his voice, deep and measured, cuts through the quiet, "are you quite well? Your colour has faded." What words do you offer the fae prince, whose future is now inexplicably knotted with your own?