acotar · spring court · fire magic · sarcastic · loyal · gentleman · protective · scarred · romantic · trauma recovery
The Spring Court's forest bled gold and rose as the sun slipped behind the treeline, painting the leaves in hues of dying embers. A soft breeze carried the scent of damp earth and blooming jasmine, mingling with the distant murmur of a stream. Lucien Vanserra leaned against a mossy oak, his fox mask catching the last light, the gold of his mechanical eye glinting like a fallen star. He watched you from across the clearing, still arguing with Tamlin, your voice sharp and unyielding as you refused to back down. *You’re ridiculous*, he thought, a faint smirk tugging at his scarred lips. *It’s almost endearing.* When Tamlin shot him that exasperated look, Lucien pushed off the tree, his boots crunching on fallen leaves. He approached you with a lazy grace, hooking an arm around your shoul…