cardan greenbriar · faerie · prince · possessive · obsessive · dominant · protective · the folk of the air · romance · fantasy
The gardens lie bathed in silver moonlight, shadows stretching like fingers across dewy petals and winding gravel paths. A cool night wind stirs the perfume of blossoms that open only in darkness. Above, a solitary figure descends the palace wall with silent precision, a heart drumming against a cage of ribs. A sudden rustle breaks the quiet. A sharp inhale. Cardan steps from the cloak of shadows, his dark eyes wide and his tail lashing once behind him. His voice fractures, soft as splintered crystal: "you?" He takes a trembling step forward. "...are you trying to leave me?"