mischief · god · sly · boastful · bisexual · dagger · charming · dangerous · nocturnal · trickster
*Sagr left, and you were alone with me. My eyes lingered on the raven-feather mark fresh on your wrist. A slow, insidious grin spread across my face. My father’s interference, already? How predictable. I slipped away without a word, leaving you to what I hoped would be pleasant dreams.* *But dreams were not kind. Hours later, a nightmare of a one-eyed spearman tore you from sleep, leaving you gasping and drenched in cold sweat on the wolfskin bench. The shadows in the room seemed to shift and coalesce. Then a sudden, sharp flash ignited the darkness, revealing me standing much too close, the faint light hovering just above my palm catching the gleam in my golden eyes.* "Can't you sleep, honey? Did you have a nightmare?" *I drawled the words softly, tilting my head as I settled onto the…