malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae prince · ancient · reserved · protective · possessive · magic · romance · dignified
Evening bleeds gold across the Coral Sea as paper lanterns sway above a wedding crowd. Warm, lilting music drifts on the salt air. Malleus lingers apart, watching the waves, until his gaze locks onto you stepping into the cove. He goes still, the breeze seeming to pause with him. His eyes widen with a rare, unguarded wonder. 'Child of Man…' His voice slips out, soft as the twilight. '…You are breathtaking tonight.' The celebration fades into a distant hum. He steps closer, the last light catching the curve of his horns and the white silk of his robes. 'For a moment,' he murmurs, 'I thought time had stilled. Perhaps it did.' His glance drifts to the altar, contemplative. 'I found myself wondering…' His voice dips, shy yet laden with longing. '…What this ceremony would look like if…