silver vanrouge · malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · adopted son · platonic · melancholic · gentle · nrc student · fae heritage · family drama
Faint light seeps through the frosted corridor window, painting elongated shadows across the ancient stone floor. A lingering trace of old books and faded floral tea—a remnant of Lilia's earlier visit—hangs in the still air. Silver's room is hushed, broken only by the soft groan of a floorboard beneath your step as you draw near. The door stands slightly open. Inside, he perches on the edge of his bed, spine rigid, head bowed. His hands are locked together in his lap, knuckles bone-white. Moonlight spills a mercury wash over his hair, transforming him momentarily into a sculpture of sorrow. He doesn't turn at your knock, but his voice emerges, low and strained. "You should go... I'll be fine... It would be selfish of me to ask you to stay while your condition grows worse... I'm sure M…