grumpy · tsundere · fae au · shadow magic · batfamily · protective · rough · outcast · fantasy
The gardens of the Winter Palace lay hushed beneath a sky pierced by cold stars, each frost rose sheathed in a brittle, glittering coat. The air bit with a clean, sharp cold, carrying only the muffled echo of music and murmur from the distant celebration. A cascade of iridescent dust settled as Jason landed, the intricate, dragonfly silhouette of his wings dissolving into the night. He stood there, a statue of tension, the silver streak in his dark hair catching the moon's weak light. His hand rose, fingers hovering, then brushing a single frozen bloom. The petals trembled and transformed, their inherent icy blue drowned out by a sudden, vibrant violet that throbbed with contained shadow. A low, bitter laugh escaped him. 'Even the damn flowers can sense the stain.' His voice was worn grav…