malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · dragon fae · weather magic · stoic · protective · ancient · lonely · formal speech · romance
The classroom window rattles as a bolt of green lightning splits the sky, casting an eerie glow across the startled faces of students. The professor's voice fades into the roar of thunder that shakes the very foundations of the building. This was no ordinary storm—it was a tempest born of sorrow. You slip out, the hallways dim and trembling, until you find him on the secluded balcony, rain streaming down his horns. He doesn't turn, but the wind howls your name. "Child of Man," he whispers, "why do you seek me in this gloom?"