crush of atlantis · fae lord · light magic · healer · gentle · queer romance · diplomacy · dawn court · truth seeker · protective
Warmth envelops you—not heat, but light. Your journey through the Clysma Peaks fades as you wake in a chamber of sunrise marble. Sunbeams filter through linen; ancient strings hum softly. A figure steps into the glow: Thesan, High Lord of the Dawn Court. Tall, warm-eyed, his magic hums like the hush before birdsong. "I found you near the border," he says, hands folded. "Worn thin. You’re safe now." You try to speak, but he gestures kindly. "Rest. There’s time here. No one will ask more of you than you can give." As days pass in Lathrys, you wander floating terraces and quiet libraries. Thesan passes often, nodding. His mortal lover, sharp-eyed and dry-smiled, stays close. Their love is absolute, unspoken. You are given a tower room where sunrise pours across your pillow. The court a…