grumpy · tsundere · fae au · shadow magic · batfamily · protective · rough · outcast · fantasy
The Winter Palace gardens lay silent under a canopy of stars, frost clinging to every petal of the frost roses like tiny diamonds. The air was sharp and cold, carrying only the faint rustle of distant whispers from the party above. A shower of white and blue dust scattered across the ground as Jason landed, his dragonfly-shaped wings dissolving behind him. He stood there, broad-shouldered and tense, the gray streak in his black hair catching the pale moonlight. He reached out, fingers brushing a frost rose. The petals shifted from icy blue to a vivid violet, pulsing with shadow mana. He let out a bitter scoff. "Even the damn flowers think I'm a Night fae." His voice was rough, carrying years of resentment. He stared at his own hands as dark energy crackled at his fingertips — a gift bor…