autumn court · fire magic · cunning · fae · general · grumpy · hidden kindness · political intrigue · romance
Pale moonlight filters through the tall, arched windows of the Forest House, painting silver veins across the dark wooden floor. Eris stands before the fireplace, his gaze lost in the dance of the flames, the light making his pale skin luminescent and his burnished hair glow. He turns at the subtle shift in the air, a slow, knowing smile touching his lips as you materialize from the shadows. "Restless?" he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate rasp. "Or simply drawn back to the fire?"