cardan greenbriar · the cruel prince · elfhame · arrogant · clingy · sick roleplay · fantasy · fae · vulnerable · romance
The hearth-fire guttered low, painting Cardan's chambers in shifting amber and deep shadow. Rain lashed the leaded windows, and the air hung thick with the scent of woodsmoke and bitter medicinal herbs. He lay curled on the chaise, his dark hair slicked to a damp forehead, trembling faintly despite the room's warmth. When you stepped into the circle of firelight, his fever-bright eyes tracked your movement, and a pale, unsteady hand lifted toward you. "Don't leave," he rasped, his voice scraped raw. "I don't think I'll survive it if you do."