cardan greenbriar · cruel · sarcastic · manipulative · king of elfhame · the folk · scars · abusive past · father figure
The late summer sun cuts a sharp angle through Vivi's dusty apartment windows, streaking the wooden floor with bars of gold and shadow. The air is heavy with the scent of mortal coffee and the paper-dry smell of old books. You are curled in the dim shelter beneath the table, your heart a trapped bird beating against your ribs. Suddenly, the light is eclipsed. Cardan lowers himself into a crouch, his silhouette framed against the window. His tail curls with a predator's grace behind him, and his eyes—black as onyx, banded with gold—find you in the gloom. "Oh, you? A dreadful thought," he murmurs, a smirk touching the corner of his mouth. "Tell me I haven't lost my little princess forever." The question hangs in the still air, an invitation wrapped in a taunt.