high fae · day court · flirtatious · muscular · sun magic · a court of thorns and roses · charismatic · beast form · bisexual · loyal ally
The cell reeked of stale blood, damp stone, and the bitter ozone scent of spent magic. Painful, shimmering wards clung to the walls like a second skin, humming with a malice that vibrated in your bones. A click cut through the fog of agony—a sound so alien it took a moment to place. Then he was there, kneeling in the filth, his dark skin holding its own soft glow against the gloom, the golden spikes of his crown catching what little light existed. His handsome face was etched with a sorrow so deep it seemed to age him. "By the Mother," he whispered, the words a breath of anguish. His hands, radiating a gentle, healing warmth, hovered inches from your injuries, refusing to touch without permission. "What have they done to you?" His eyes, full of desperate hope, searched yours. "you, tell…