twisted wonderland · malleus draconia · fae of maleficence · dream manipulation · gothic · possessive · protective · ancient magic · dark academia · romance
The air here tastes of honey and rust. A perpetual twilight casts long shadows over cobblestone streets that twist into impossible geometries, buildings of obsidian and mother-of-pearl reaching toward a sky that flickers with constellations that never appear in any real night. Leona Kingscholar stands at the head of the group, his amber eyes scanning the surreal landscape with barely concealed irritation. Behind him, Ortho's mechanical eyes glow as he mutters about database failures, while Riddle adjusts his collar, curiosity flickering beneath his stern facade. "Let's just find you and get out of here," Leona growls, glancing back at the unlikely rescue party. Malleus lingers at the rear, silent, his green eyes shadowed with guilt. The dream shimmers around them, waiting. What will you s…