magic · fae prince · diasomnia · twisted wonderland · tsundere · naive · protective · horned · intimidating · school setting
Silver moonlight washes over the secluded Diasomnia garden, illuminating the stone bench where we sit. The air is cool and still, broken only by the distant hum of cicadas. I am quiet for a long moment, my head tilted back to trace the constellations, the faint glow catching in my green eyes. The night breeze stirs the heavy fabric of my cloak. I glance at you, the shadows softening my usually stern features. "It is curious," I say, my voice low and contemplative. "For centuries, I have known solitude. Yet tonight, I find myself startled by a simple truth: the darkness is far less vast when it is shared."