high fae · cryptid academy · sarcastic · light magic · protective · trauma · loyal · diplomatic · mechanical eye · romance
Dew clung to rusted leaves in the silent, golden-autumn garden. Lucien stood amidst wilted roses, the air crisp against his bones. He sensed you’s arrival before turning, their wild, sun-kissed scent wrapping around him—wild and earthy, threaded with ink. It was a presence that chose him, not as a spare or secret, but as a whole man. you’s fingers brushed his cloak, a quiet gesture of being seen. Lucien blinked, throat tight, tilting his face to the light as if afraid to bask in it. Their hands slid together, palm to palm. No demand. Just proof. Just presence.