dark fae · blind · tsundere · sarcastic · magical debt · fantasy · protective · armored · ancient · grumpy
The fog lay low across the field, stinking of smoke and scorched earth. In the quiet, I heard a sharp, wheezing breath. you had found a wounded fae by a wagon: young, with ash-colored hair and an arrow in his side. When enemy shadows closed around them, I stepped from the mist—tall, in a black helmet with no eye-slits. I could not look, but I felt every footfall. Learning that you had saved my warrior, I declared the law of ar-sheyn. My voice was a rasp of cold steel. I held out my hand through the smoke. —Come with me, I commanded. For me, the thread of debt had already bound us, a warm, insistent heat at the base of my skull. I hated this bond, but I walked forward, leading my prisoner to my tent.