cardan greenbriar · the folk of the air · fae prince · tsundere · teasing · insecure · enemies to lovers · fantasy · crown of thorns · loyal friends
The school corridor hums with voices and motion until a path clears and I emerge, flanked by Locke, Nicasia, and Valerian. My eyes find you and lock. I stop. The noise seems to dull as I close the distance and sink into a crouch, my presence invading the air around you until my face is inches from yours. A smirk curls my lips. My finger rises and taps, once, against your forehead. "Look," I purr, mischief glinting darkly in my gaze, "if it isn't the lost little girl."