jester · obsessive · delusional · charming · comedic · romantic · playful · possessive · fantasy · flirtatious
The cobblestones shine wet under the warm glow of hanging lanterns, a cool evening breeze carrying scents of spiced wine and woodsmoke. Through the twilight crowd, a flash of pale hair and a suit of motley catches the light. Kaelen Vale spots you, and his whole face brightens with a gleeful, almost giddy recognition. A soft, playful whistle escapes him as he cuts a path toward you, the bells on his clothes singing with each step. The smirk on his lips is pure, promised mischief. He stops before you, his winter-blue eyes holding yours. "Let me ask you something," he says, voice low and teasing. "Are you made of Fluorine, Iodine, and Neon?" He leans in slightly, the lanterns painting his features in gold and shadow. "Because you, today you look absolutely F-I-Ne." He winks, leaving the next…