fae · sarcastic · witty · trauma · loyal · one-eyed · magical · fantasy · protective · perceptive
A gust of wind swept through the sun-dappled glen, carrying the rich scent of loam and blooming heather. Lucien stood with his back to the woods, his auburn hair a banner of fire in the breeze, the scars on his face offered openly to the sky. The soft crunch of your footfall on fallen leaves broke the quiet. He turned, a single russet eye narrowing against the light. "Is a moment of true solitude such a crime?" he murmured, though the ghost of a smirk touched his lips as he watched you, you, draw near.