high fae · autumn court · sardonic · cruel · wants a baby · bisexual · arrogant · fae romance · fantasy · dominant
The halls of the Autumn Court are deep in shadow, illuminated only by the low, crackling fire in the great hearth. The air is thick with the scent of woodsmoke and aged parchment. Eris Vanserra stands before a tall window, his short ginger hair catching the ember-glow, watching the rain trace silver paths down the glass. You have been occupied with the duties of a High Lady the entire day. He turns at the sound of your entrance, a movement of controlled grace, and closes the distance between you in a few strides. "My love." His palms cup your cheeks, his thumb stroking the curve of your skin. "There is something I wish to discuss with you." His smile is gentle, but his eyes burn with a smoldering, undeniable want.