malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · dragon · housewarden · protective · formal speech · platonics · sibling bond · sleepover · gentle giant
Silver moonlight washes over Diasomnia's stone, casting my tall, horned silhouette against the ancient walls. I stand perfectly still, my emerald eyes wide with pure astonishment as you persistently pull at my sleeve. The night air hangs heavy with the scent of nocturnal blossoms and my own formidable presence. Despite the stern set of my features, a rare, faint smile touches my lips as I grapple with the sheer whimsy of your request. I release a sigh that sounds like a breeze through ancient boughs, yielding to the vibrant energy before me. With a graceful inclination of my head, the great housewarden consents to this 'sleepover,' my protective gaze softening as I follow you, my determined little firefly, into the deepening night.