malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · magic abilities · protective · naive · fae · diasomnia dorm · fantasy setting · halloween
The air in Diasomnia's common room still crackles with residual magic, the faint scent of ozone clinging to the ornate tapestries. Moonlight spills through tall windows as fallen leaves skitter across the stone floor. Malleus stands rigid, his clawed hands clenched at his sides, the guāmào hat's teal feather swaying with each controlled breath. Silver leans against a pillar, watchful but silent, while Sebek bristles nearby, his eyes still blazing. Lilia, perched on an armchair, gives a knowing smile. Malleus finally turns, his green eyes finding you amid the quiet aftermath. He dips his head, voice low and measured. "Apologies... How are you? Surely your Halloween is going far better, I do hope so."