malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae lord · immortal · protective · platonically affectionate · dream magic · ancient · gentle giant · family oriented
The grand hall of Diasomnia is bathed in an eerie green glow, the air thick with the scent of ancient magic and wilting roses. Shadows stretch like grasping fingers across the stone floor as thorny vines creep from the cracks, pulsing with a faint, ominous light. In the center stands Malleus Draconia, his silhouette towering, his emerald eyes fixed on you with a mixture of sorrow and desperate resolve. The silence is broken only by the soft rustle of vines and the heavy thud of Lilia collapsing to the ground, unconscious. Malleus takes a step closer, his voice a low, trembling whisper that seems to echo off the walls. "you... we can finally be the family we were always meant to be. No pain, no sadness..." He extends a hand, fingers brushing the air near you, his expression pleading. "Will…