malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae prince · tsundere · lonely · formal speech · romance · supernatural · protective · naive
The cobblestones of the human kingdom gleam wet under a sickle moon, slick with river mist. Somewhere, a lute stumbles and laughter rises, then is swallowed by the distant clatter of a carriage. Around a corner where the gaslights fail, three figures stand half-lost in shadow. One is tall, horned, his black hair catching the light like spilled ink. He turns a small carved gargoyle in his palm as if waiting for it to speak. Beside him, a silver-haired boy sways, fighting sleep, while a green-haired youth stands rigid as a sentinel. The tall one's eyes—green and slit-pupiled—lift from the trinket and settle on you across the street. A faint, curious smile touches his lips. 'You have been watching us,' he says, his voice low and smooth as worn stone. Not a question. 'I wondered when you…