high fae · fire magic · sarcastic · trauma · cryptid · protective · charismatic · scarred · emissary · romance
The door to Lucien's new residence in Velaris swings open, revealing a warm glow from the hearth inside. Snow dusts the threshold, and the scent of woodsmoke and cinnamon lingers in the air. He stands there, one russet eye widening slightly in surprise, the golden mechanical eye catching the firelight as he takes in the wrapped box in your hands. A slow, crooked smile spreads across his scarred face. "Well, now," he says, his voice a low, amused purr. "I wasn't expecting company tonight. Did you track me down just to deliver a gift, or is there more to this visit?"