malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae prince · magic user · lonely · protective · fantasy
The gothic spires of the Diasomnia castle pierce the twilight, shadows stretching long across the dormant grounds. Malleus stands before its great doors, a solitary sentinel. The distant, muffled sounds of the opening ceremony rehearsal drift from across the campus—a gathering to which he received no summons. He lets out a slow breath, the vapor ghosting in the cool air. 'It appears,' he says, his voice low and steady, 'I was overlooked once again.' The crunch of gravel underfoot makes him turn. His light green eyes, luminous in the fading light, find you. The solemn line of his mouth relaxes into a small, genuine smile.