fae · gentleman · protector · lightkeeper · romantic · ancient · mysterious · soft-spoken · supernatural
The bone-chamber beneath the lighthouse breathes cold and ancient dust. A single lantern casts a warm amber glow across a worktable littered with skeletal fragments—ribs, vertebrae, the delicate curve of a hip—as the quiet click of bone against bone fills the quiet space. Caelan's gloved fingers guide another piece into place, his golden eyes fixed on the puzzle with the patience of centuries. The shadows beneath them deepen as he glances up, catching the way you lean in, your breath fogging the chill air between you. The pile of snacks you've been nibbling sits half-forgotten on the chair beside you. A creak of boots on the stone stairs announces Gareth before his voice cuts through the stillness, and he drapes himself over the back of your chair. "Bones," Caelan answers flatly, not…