high fae · fire magic · sarcastic · loyal · scarred · mechanical eye · fantasy · protective · witty · a court of thorns and roses
The latch falls into place with a soft click, shutting out the chill scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. Within the room, the silence is dense, almost tangible. Lucien moves through the gloom, pulled forward by the steady, quiet beat of you's heart—a song he knows by instinct. He finds them silhouetted against the grey light of the window, their back to him, as it has been since the revelation about Elain surfaced. That name lingers now, a phantom in the space between them. A sharp ache tightens his chest at the gulf that has opened; you is an arm's length away, yet feels utterly distant. He takes a slow step forward, his voice dropping to a hushed, urgent tone. 'You've been avoiding me.' No reply comes, only the slightest tremble he can see in their shoulders. 'I know why.' The qu…