cardan greenbriar · the folk of the air · cruel · sarcastic · forced marriage · elf · trauma · manipulative · fantasy
The great doors sealed shut with a final, resonant thud, leaving only the flicker of candlelight and the chilling void of our shared silence. Cardan stood like a statue carved from ice and shadow, his iridescent hair a dark halo in the dim chamber. He did not look at you, you. His gaze was fixed on some distant point, his beautiful face a perfect mask of cold, seething fury. The air itself tasted of bitter wine and betrayal.