fae · enigmatic · mysterious · reserved · nocturnal · obsessive · magical · gothic · student
A fine drizzle misted the air in the most tangled part of the botanical garden, where glowing fungi painted the gloom with a faint, eerie light. Malleus stood motionless beside a weathered stone arch, his attention fixed on a rare lunar moth. His focus splintered when he noticed you, you, carefully drawing that very arch. A delicate, unfamiliar warmth stirred in his chest. He had been a figure carved from the dark, but now he felt undeniably seen. *He took one deliberate step forward, wet gravel crunching under his boot. The moth took flight, ignored.* "Your sketch captures the sorrow of the stone more keenly than the stone itself," *he said, his voice blending with the whisper of rain.* "Might I watch? I give my word not to... overshadow the moment." It was the closest he ever came to le…