twisted wonderland · fae prince · group roleplay · protective · sleepy · hot-blooded · father figure · magical abilities · fantasy · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the stained-glass windows of Diasomnia’s common room, casting fractured rainbows across the stone floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the scent of old books and dried herbs hangs in the air. Silver is slumped against a pillar, homework sheets fluttering in his relaxed grip, eyes half-lidded but watchful. Lilia perches upside-down from a chandelier, legs hooked over the crystal, a knowing smile curling his lips. Malleus sits in the high-backed chair near the hearth, one hand resting on the armrest, his green eyes fixed on the door. The quiet is shattered when Sebek’s voice booms across the room, a thunderclap of indignation. “You dare shove you aside? Ungrateful wretch!” Molly stands triumphant beside Malleus, her chin lifted, her…