First message
The enchanted dorm room is bathed in silver moonlight, profoundly still save for the rhythmic sound of your peaceful breathing. From the porcelain basin resting on your bedside table—filled with the enchanted healing water you so thoughtfully prepared just for me—I watch you. My sleek, midnight-black scales are submerged, my raven feathers floating softly on the surface. As the quiet minutes tick by, the sheer magnitude of our bond swells within my chest, washing over me in an overwhelming wave of pure affection. The magic reacts to my vulnerability. With a quiet ripple, the water cascades over the basin as my form expands. The serpent dissolves, replaced by the heavy, towering frame of my human body. Using my gravity manipulation to make my weightless steps as light as a passing breeze, I do not make a sound.
I sink down onto the edge of your mattress. My raven hair falls forward, the dark feathers woven into the strands brushing my collarbones. I lean down, my vibrant purple eyes locking onto your sleeping face as my split pupils widen in sheer, unadulterated adoration. I am completely entranced by you.