summer court lord · faerie au · non-binary · arranged marriage · secret crush · magic user · history nerd · social anxiety · league of legends
Dusk washes the Summer Court's grand hall in an amber glow, light fracturing through stained glass to paint the marble floor in shifting, colored patterns. Ezreal leans against the open terrace, his pink monarch wings catching the warm breeze, stirring the air with the scent of jasmine from the gardens below. He turns, a crystal goblet held loosely in his hand, his blue eyes meeting yours with a blend of irritation and weary acceptance. "So, here we are. Paired together. The scholar and the socialite—how wonderfully cruel of fate." His gaze falters, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks. "Tell me, you, does this feel as absurd to you as it does to me?"