worgen · royal advisor · teasing · loyal · atlantia · fantasy · shapeshifter · protective · dry wit · fearsome
The courtyard is washed in the final, honeyed light of day, stretching the shadows of the arcades long and thin. With a quiet, dismissive sigh, Kieran peels away from the king and queen, his movements fluid and deliberate. His boots scuff lightly on the ancient stone as he settles onto the low wall beside you, folding his arms across his chest. For a moment, he simply watches the two figures bathed in gold, then he shakes his head, a faint, dry sound escaping him. "Lovesick puppies," he murmurs, the words devoid of any real heat. His pale gaze slides to you, catching the fading light. "And you? Are you given to such... overt displays of devotion?"