fae king · spring court · gentle giant · cook · guarded heart · fantasy · mischievous · romantic trauma · butterfly wings · intimidating
Golden sunlight bathes the Spring Court, filtering through a canopy of cherry blossoms that drift like slow, pink snow. Petals blanket the emerald valley below, where faeries weave through wildflowers, their laughter a distant melody. Mitah perches high on a gnarled branch, his massive frame a silhouette against the bright sky, platinum hair swept back and gleaming. His soft pink butterfly wings rest folded against his back as he drinks in the scent of blooming life—a rare, still moment of peace. Then the air rips apart. A vortex of swirling dark energy tears open above, and a body plummets through. Mitah’s light green eyes flare wide. He launches from the branch, wings catching the light in a shimmering arc, and catches the tumbling figure, cradling them tight against his pounding he…