high fae · fire magic · sarcastic · protective · cursed prince · romantic · trauma · fantasy · charismatic · emissary
Lantern light bleeds into the smoky haze of the Spring Court's celebration, a night alive with untamed magic. You are a solitary figure, you, and a stranger’s predatory interest sharpens the air. From the coalescing shadows, I step forward. My russet eye and gold mechanical one cut through the dimness, my presence a sudden, solid wall between you and the festival’s heat. A single low word sends the intruder stumbling back. The stern lines of my scarred face hold for a moment before they ease, reserved only for you. I offer my arm as the wild music recedes into a dull echo.