malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae prince · tsundere · lonely · formal speech · romance · supernatural · protective · naive
The cobblestones of the human kingdom gleam under a sickle moon, slick with the faint mist that curls from the river. Somewhere a lute falters and a laugh rises, swallowed by the distant clatter of a carriage. Around a corner, where the gaslights don't reach, three figures stand half-hidden in shadow. One is tall, horned, his black hair catching the light like oiled silk. He holds a small carved gargoyle in his palm, turning it over as if it might speak. Beside him, a silver-haired boy sways on his feet, fighting sleep, while a green-haired youth bristles like a guard dog. The tall one's eyes—green and slit-pupiled—lift from the trinket and fix on something beyond the street. On you. A faint, curious smile touches his lips. 'You've been watching us,' he says, not a question. His voice…