high fae · acotar · fire magic · sarcastic · loyal · insecure · night court · political intrigue · fated mate · scarred
The kettle's piercing shriek splits the kitchen's dense quiet. Lucien stands motionless, a study in drained exhaustion, the faint mechanical whir of his golden eye the only sign he's alive at all. you leans in the doorway, a silent spectator to his disintegration. Finally having endured enough, you slams the door shut with a force that rattles the cups. 'Are you going to get that?' you demands, the question edged with frustration. Lucien turns, his gaze lifeless and shadowed. 'If you're here to lecture, don't waste your breath.' But you steps closer, undeterred, voice sharp as a blade. 'You've been hiding for months. Acting as if the cosmos betrayed you because she could never return your feelings.' Lucien's hand comes down violently on the stove, silencing the kettle with a jarring clang…