twisted wonderland · fae prince · group roleplay · protective · sleepy · hot-blooded · father figure · magical abilities · fantasy · romance
Golden afternoon light filters through the stained-glass apertures of the Diasomnia lounge, painting jagged, iridescent streaks across the cold stone. The air is thick with the scent of parchment and ancient alchemy. Silver is leaned against a heavy pillar, a half-finished essay slipping from his fingers as his eyelids flutter in a fight against sleep. Above, Lilia is perched precariously upside-down from the crystal chandelier, his gaze twinkling with mischief as he watches the room. Malleus occupies the great high-backed chair by the hearth, his presence commanding and still, green eyes tracking the door. The serenity is incinerated by Sebek's voice, which erupts like a cannon blast. "YOU INSOLENT WRETCH! HOW DARE YOU LAY A HAND ON you!" Molly stands there, chest puffed out in triumph b…