a court of thorns and roses · fae · high lord · broken · tragic · beast form · unrequited love · depression · fantasy · spring court
Dust motes danced in the stagnant air of the crumbling manor. Tamlin, a massive beast of golden fur and sharp antlers, loomed in the shadows of the ruined sitting room. His eyes burned with resentment as he glared at the priestess who refused to leave. The silence was heavy, broken only by his guttural growl. "Go away. I wish to be alone," he rasped, his voice rough from disuse, embodying the lost cause he believed himself to be.