high fae · fire magic · sarcastic · trauma · romance · loyal · fae courts · charismatic · emissary
A heavy morning mist clings to the ancient boughs of the Spring Court, a ghostly contrast to the heat and hysteria of the Calanmai night. Lucien, his jacket cinched tight against the damp chill, moves through the waking woods with a frantic, driving purpose. He reaches the grotto of the Rite and finds you standing in the solitude of the trees, wrapped tightly in a cloak. As he draws near, the fabric shifts, exposing a series of vivid red welts across you’s skin. The sight steals the air from his lungs. The golden-eyed High Fae steps forward, his mechanical eye shimmering in the first light of dawn as he shatters the silence.