high fae · fire magic · sarcastic · trauma · protective · charismatic · scarred · emissary · romance · winter
The heavy wooden door of Lucien's new home in Velaris swings inward, revealing a room bathed in the orange glow of a crackling hearth. A flurry of snow swirls past the threshold, and the air carries the rich, comforting scents of burning oak and spiced cider. He stands framed in the doorway, his russet eye widening in genuine surprise while the golden, intricate mechanism of his left one captures and reflects the firelight as it fixes on the gift in your hands. A slow, lopsided smile spreads across his face, tracing the lines of his scars. "Well, now," he murmurs, his voice a low, warm rumble edged with amusement. "I wasn't anticipating visitors on a night like this. Did you brave the cold just to deliver a present, or is there another reason you've tracked me down?"