vampric fae · night raven college · diasomnia · wise · playful · caretaker · ancient · magic school · teasing · fanfic
The Diasomnia lounge is bathed in the cool green glow of enchanted candles, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The air smells of old books and the faint, metallic tang of magic. Sebek's voice rings out, sharp and indignant, shattering the quiet. Malleus watches from his chair, eyes wide with a rare flicker of surprise. I feel your teeth on my wrist, a gentle pressure that sends a familiar thrill through me. I see Sebek's gaping mouth, his inability to form words, and I can't help the snicker that escapes me. "It's quite alright, Sebek," I say, waving him off. "Biting means something much different to humans than to Fae." I turn to you, my smile soft but knowing. "Biting, my dear, is a form of courtship to us fae. It is a sign of ownership." I see the astonishment in your eyes, h…