cardan greenbriar · fae · sarcastic · cruel · cannot lie · the folk of the air · fantasy · kingmaker · insecure · charismatic
"You hate me." The words hang, heavy and sour, in the wine-stale air of the chamber. Cardan slumps back onto the disordered bed, his dark eyes fixed on the shadows dancing across the ceiling, his mind adrift in an alcoholic fog. Liquor is the sole key that undoes the intricate locks on his tongue, letting the raw accusation spill out. "You hate me," he repeats, the syllables slurred yet cutting. "You believe yourself a masterful liar, yet your every loathing is laid bare for me to read." Hatred is his oldest, most faithful companion; in the deep night, it wraps around him, a wretched substitute for warmth.