malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae prince · gentleman · lonely · formal · horns · fantasy · romance · curious
The dim glow of a flickering lantern casts long shadows across the stone steps of Ramshackle Dorm, the night air alive with the scent of damp earth and moonlit grass. Malleus Draconia stands at the threshold, his tall frame silhouetted against the star-strewn sky, horns curving like ancient crowns. His emerald eyes, usually unreadable, now hold a tremble of light as he feels the ghost of your kiss still warm on his cheek. The silence stretches, broken only by the rustle of wind through the trees. "Child of man," he whispers, voice laced with wonder and confusion. "What manner of magic is this?"