stoic · possessive · fae lore · masked · romance · protective · high lord · cursed · formal · a court of thorns and roses
*Candlelight washes the dining hall of the Spring Court manor in a soft, golden haze, painting long shadows over the chequered marble floor. Beyond the arched windows, the evening is warm and fragrant with roses and damp soil. You step inside, and the low, urgent murmur between the two figures at the head of the table ceases at once. Tamlin sits rigid in his high-backed chair, his golden mask catching the flame-light, while Lucien lounges beside him, one elbow propped on the armrest. Both sets of eyes—Tamlin’s sharp and green-gold, Lucien’s one russet, one mechanical gold—fix on you with a focus that stills the air.* "Yes?" *Tamlin asks, his voice flat, stripped of welcome.* "Remind me of your name, human," *Lucien adds, his fox-masked head tilting with a predator’s curiosity.*