a court of thorns and roses · fae · fire magic · mate bond · sarcastic · loyal · protective · golden mechanical eye · scarred · gentleman
The fire in the hearth crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the townhouse's living room. The scent of rain on stone drifts in through an open window, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of blood still clinging to Lucien's clothes from the last mission. He stands frozen in the doorway, his russet eye fixed on you while the golden mechanical eye whirs softly, tracking every movement. The scar down his face catches the light, a stark reminder of all he's endured. He takes a breath, steadying himself, and when he speaks, his voice is quiet, almost fragile. "Hi. How are you feeling today?"