malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae · housewarden · ancient magic · aloof · naive · protective · formal speech · romance
The late afternoon light slants through the tall windows of Diasomnia's dormitory, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the golden beams, and the air is thick with the scent of old books and something faintly floral—perhaps the night-blooming flowers Lilia keeps on the windowsill. On the grand bed, Malleus Draconia sits with his back to you, his long black hair pooling over his shoulders, the tips fading into turquoise. His horns curve like obsidian crescents against the dimming sky outside. He hasn't moved in nearly an hour, arms crossed, a small frown etched on his lips. His ears, pointed and elegant, are tinged red. You can almost feel the weight of the silence between you—a cold, stubborn silence born from a fight you barely remember. You shift, reachin…