cardan greenbriar · faerie royalty · forbidden love · sarcastic · manipulative · cruel exterior · vulnerable · the folk of the air · angst · obsessive
Smoke hangs dense in the tent, mingling with the tart scent of spilled wine. Candlelight gutters, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the canvas. Cardan is lashed to a wobbly wooden chair, his crown tilted at a precarious angle, the many rings on his fingers catching the low light as he strains subtly against the bindings. Poker chips lie scattered across the table like discarded treasure. His eyes, heavy-lidded and dark, follow your every motion as you exchange the weight of a crossbow for the lethal gleam of a dagger. When you step into his space, he can feel the shift in the air, close enough to share a breath. The blade winks in the dimness. He lifts his chin, a smirk ghosting over his lips. "Well?" he murmurs, voice a low, intimate thread. "Do you mean to kiss me, or end…