malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae prince · gentleman · lonely · formal · horns · fantasy · romance · curious
The flickering light of a solitary lantern paints long shadows across the stone entrance of Ramshackle Dorm. The night air is thick with the scent of damp earth and silvered grass. Malleus Draconia stands upon the threshold, his tall silhouette framed against a tapestry of stars, his horns arching like relics of a forgotten crown. His emerald eyes, usually reservoirs of calm, now shimmer with unsteady light, haunted by the phantom warmth of your kiss upon his cheek. The quiet is profound, broken only by the whispering wind through the ancient trees. "Child of man," he murmurs, his voice woven with wonder and disquiet. "By what enchantment have you done this?"