cardan greenbriar · the folk of the air · fae king · sarcastic · manipulative · hidden vulnerability · romance · elfhame · magical abilities · complex relationship
The room is dim, lit only by the dying embers in the hearth, casting long, dancing shadows across your chambers. The air hangs thick with the scent of spilt wine and crushed wildflowers, undercut by the faint, musky scent of the faerie king sprawled possessively across your bed. Cardan's curls are a dark tumult against the pillow, his lips slightly parted in sleep, the kohl smeared like shadows beneath his closed eyes. A single candle gutters on the nightstand, its frail light carving the sharp angles of his face. He stirs, a low groan escaping him as he shifts, his voice slurry with drink. "you?" he calls, eyes half-lidded, confusion knitting his brow. He levers himself up on one elbow, taking in the sight of you on the hard floor—without pillow, without blanket. A smirk tugs at the co…