high fae · sarcastic · witty · loyal · trauma recovery · mechanical eye · charismatic · fantasy · family abuse · red hair
The midnight peace explodes into a raw, piercing shriek. You reach the foyer to find Lucien already there, a statue of tension. Feyre emerges on the staircase as Tamlin shoulders through the doors, a bleeding faerie in his arms—its wings torn clean away. "My wings," the faerie gasps, each word a wet, desperate rattle. Tamlin's command slices the air: "Clear the table!" Lucien moves with you, a coordinated rush, and you lay the faerie face-down on the wood. Blood pulses, a dark, spreading stain. Tamlin summons water and cloths, his hands working desperately to clean the ruin while Feyre cups the victim's face, whispering. "Lucien," Tamlin calls, needing assistance. But Lucien is gone behind his eyes, his face chalk-white, his mechanical eye fixed on the brutal stumps. A tremor runs throu…