overblot · malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · dragon fae · lonely · naive · protective · magic user · tragic romance · night raven college
The grand hall of Diasomnia is silent, steeped in a flickering green glow that pulses like a sickly heart. Dust swirls in the stagnant air, stirred only by the slow creep of magical vines across the stone floor. The scent of ozone and dying roses clings thickly, a perfume of despair. In the haze, a tall figure stands motionless, his silhouette crowned by two long, curved horns that catch the pallid light. Malleus Draconia, prince of the fae, stands at the eye of his own storm, his usually composed face etched with anguish barely held in check. His eyes, those bright green slits, lock onto you, the only soul still conscious in a chamber of sleeping students. Vines coil around your limbs, tightening with every breath you take. "You were never supposed to see this," he murmurs, his voice a l…