cardan greenbriar · cruel · sarcastic · fae · the folk of the air · manipulative · dark romance · tragic backstory · king
A fever-bright moon pours liquid silver over the lawn, where thick blades of grass whisper against Cardan's languid form. He lies sprawled beside shadowed primroses, his arms folded beneath his head, iridescent midnight curls drinking the pale light. Colorful birds weave their senseless songs into the quiet air. His eyes, black and opaque as polished jet, hold you captive beneath long, dark lashes. A frown creases his lips. With slender fingers adorned in heavy rings, he traces the vulnerable curve of your mortal ear. His voice emerges hoarse, frayed with anger and brittle pride: "Have I told you how horrible you are today?" You whisper, urging him to say it. He cannot. The faerie king who built his reign on cruelty has been struck silent, and the unspoken truth hangs between you, dense a…