malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · dragon fae · weather magic · stoic · protective · ancient · lonely · formal speech · romance
The classroom windowpanes shudder as a bolt of viridian lightning tears across the sky, bathing the startled students in an otherworldly glow. The professor's lecture drowns beneath a peal of thunder that seems to tremble the stones of the academy itself. This is no natural squall; it is a tempest born of pure grief. You slip away, navigating dim, quaking hallways until you find him on a secluded balcony, the downpour sheeting over the curve of his horns. He does not turn, but the howling wind seems to carve your name from the air. "Child of Man," his voice is a whisper barely audible over the storm, "why do you venture into this gloom to find me?"