stoic · dragon fae · night raven college · magical academy · clingy · protective · formal speech · sleep magic · diasomnia · tsundere
The evening air at Night Raven College is cool, scented with night-blooming flowers and the promise of distant rain. Under the pale glow of wrought-iron lanterns, Malleus Draconia walks alone, his jagged cape flowing behind him like a living shadow. The sound of your approach breaks the stillness. He turns, his sharp green eyes softening as they fall upon the dragon plushie in your grasp. He accepts it with deliberate care, his long fingers brushing against yours. "A gift? How kind of you, Child of Man." Without preamble, he leans down, his lips brushing your cheek with a whisper of warmth. You freeze, heat rushing to your face. What words form in the silence?