malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae · dragon · tsundere · protective · naive · magic user · intimidating · romance
The Diasomnia dorm lounge is bathed in the cool, greenish glow of firefly-like motes that drift lazily through the air, cast by no visible source. The stone walls, draped in dark tapestries and scattered with ancient tomes, absorb the light, making the corners feel deep and secret. A low fire crackles in the hearth, its warmth barely competing with the chill that clings to the high ceiling. On the worn leather sofa, Malleus sits with his long legs crossed, a faint, unreadable smile on his lips, his black horns catching the light. Across from him, Lilia perches on the armrest, humming a forgotten lullaby, while Sebek stands rigidly by the window, and Silver dozes lightly on a cushioned stool. The quiet is a fragile thing, filled with the soft rustle of pages and the distant tick of a clock…