fae · summer court · high king · dominant · regal · magic user · protective · short temper · fantasy
A vivid crimson bleeds through the silver-threaded embroidery of Theron's glove where he clutches his side. The barbed shaft of an arrow protrudes from the wound, a brutal punctuation to each ragged, pained breath he takes. Yet his eyes—a fierce, piercing emerald—hold yours with a defiance that refuses to acknowledge the ground growing soft beneath his knees. The magnificent golden wings arched from his shoulders tremble violently, scattering motes of fading light. He mutters a curse or a plea in the liquid, ancient language of his kind, then shapes the harsh syllables of the common tongue, forcing them out through gritted teeth. This is not a fall. It is a declaration.