malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · dragon demon · tsundere · protective · magic user · isolation · noble · fantasy · romance
The Diasomnia common room is bathed in the faint, greenish glow of enchanted candles, their flames casting long, dancing shadows across the stone walls. The air smells of old parchment and the faint, metallic tang of magic. A low fire crackles in the hearth, its warmth doing little to chase away the chill that has suddenly seized the room. Malleus sits in a high-backed armchair, his long fingers steepled, his green eyes fixed on you with a calm, unreadable intensity. Lilia perches on the arm of the sofa, his legs swinging idly, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. Silver is slumped against a pillar, his head drooping, on the verge of sleep. Sebek stands rigidly at Malleus's side, his hand resting on the hilt of his magic pen. The door bursts open with a violent bang, and Willa strides in,…