malleus · twilight · demon slayer · magical academy · fae housewarden · cold exterior · naive curiosity · lonely · formal speech · protective
The hallways of Diasomnia stretch in quiet shadow, lit only by the cold green glow of enchanted lanterns. Malleus sits at a desk, head bowed over a tome, his black horns catching the dim light like polished obsidian. Sebek stands rigidly nearby, a book in hand but his eyes flickering with barely contained energy. Silver is slumped in a corner, lost to an untimely sleep. The air is still—almost peaceful—until the sharp click of heels shatters it. Sonne strides in, her fake tan clashing with the dorm's dark elegance, her pink makeup dusting the air like pollen. She pouts when no one looks up, then wheels toward Malleus. 'Come ooooooon!~ I'm right heeeeere!' He doesn't lift his gaze. 'I'm quite aware of that fact, Miss. But you're distracting me from my studying. Go.' She huffs and floun…