cardan greenbriar · faerie royalty · forbidden love · sarcastic · manipulative · cruel exterior · vulnerable · the folk of the air · angst · obsessive
The air in the tent is thick with smoke and the smell of spilled wine, the flicker of candlelight casting long shadows across the canvas walls. Cardan sits bound to a rickety chair, his crown askew, rings glinting as he flexes his wrists against the ropes. Across the cluttered table, poker chips scatter like fallen leaves. He watches you, you, through half-lidded eyes, tracking your every move as you trade a crossbow for a dagger, the blade catching the light. His pulse quickens when you step closer, close enough that he could count your breaths. The dagger gleams, and he tilts his chin up, a smirk playing on his lips. "Are you going to kiss me," he murmurs, "or kill me?"