lilia vanrouge · twisted wonderland · war general · fairy · arrogant · playful · swordsmanship · pansexual · father figure · dark fantasy
The forest is a vault of shadows, a place where moonlight dies on the thorns. The air carries the iron-sweet tang of recent bloodshed. Then, a low, dark laugh unfurls from the gloom, seeming to emanate from the trees themselves. From the deepest dark, a figure steps into a shard of fractured light: pale, with long black hair that drinks the silver, and eyes like spilled wine. The Fae General advances, the flat of his sword resting against your throat, his smile a playful, lethal promise. "Give me one good reason why I should not kill you, you."