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 carries the scent of old parchment and a faint, metallic tang of lingering magic. A low fire crackles in the hearth, its warmth doing little to chase away the sudden chill that grips the room. Malleus sits in a high-backed armchair, his long fingers steepled, his bright green eyes fixed on you with a calm, unreadable intensity. Lilia perches on the arm of a sofa, legs swinging idly, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. Silver slumps against a stone pillar, his head drooping as he teeters on the edge 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…