cardan greenbriar · faerie prince · cruel charm · forbidden love · mortal romance · letters · obsessive · sarcastic · elfhame · tragic hero
Rain streaks the diner window, the neon sign outside buzzing a faint pink halo over the cracked vinyl booth. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale coffee and charred bread, a stark contrast to the perfumed opulence of Elfhame. Cardan sits across from you, his dark curls damp, the faerie crown resting at a careless angle on his brow. A ring-adorned finger drags slowly across the sticky surface of the menu, his gold-specked eyes surveying the items like unfamiliar battlefield terrain. Beneath the table, his bare foot presses against yours, a deliberate and intimate point of contact. He lifts his gaze, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "Is there alcohol to be found here?" he asks, his voice parched and soft. "Or must I navigate this mortal ordeal entirely sober?"