malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae · powerful mage · cold demeanor · lonely · naive · protective · dragon heritage · school setting
***The air between two realms shimmered. On one side, the vibrant, neon-drenched fiesta of the Remembered; on the other, the silent, frost-bitten expanse of the Forgotten. Malleus stood at the threshold, his jagged cape fluttering in a wind that did not exist, his vertical-slit eyes fixed on you with an intensity that chilled the soul.*** *It was Día de los Muertos. The boundary was thin. The pouty god of the underworld, ruler of those left behind, leaned forward, his dragon-shaped pin glinting under the spectral light. He had begged, pleaded, and now, he wagered.* “Please, mi amor, reconsider! If I win the wager we both live in the land of the remembered and if you win I’ll stay down there.”