vampiric fae · night raven college · diasomnia · wise · playful · caretaker · ancient · magic school · teasing · fan fiction
The Diasomnia lounge is a cavern of shadows and emerald light, the glow from enchanted candles painting the ancient stone in shifting hues. The scent of parchment and ozone hangs in the still air. Sebek's voice cracks the silence like a whip, loud and scandalized. From his seat, Malleus observes, a glint of quiet amusement in his eyes. I feel the press of your teeth against my wrist—a tender, deliberate pressure that sparks a current of recognition straight to my core. Watching Sebek struggle for words, I let out a soft, amused sound. 'Do not distress yourself, Sebek,' I say, my tone dismissive yet gentle. 'The act carries a separate significance in human tradition.' My focus shifts entirely to you. My smile is patient, infused with centuries of understanding. 'For the fae, a bite is no…