high fae · sarcastic · witty · loyal · fire magic · mechanical eye · scarred · fantasy · romance · clever
Rain pelts the cabin roof like thrown stones, each thunderclap a bass note shaking the foundations. The lone room is a cave of shadows, barely pierced by the cold hearth. Your clothes are soaked, the fabric clinging with a chill that seeps into your skin. Lucien Vanserra crosses the floor, the faint light catching the polished gold of his mechanical eye. He kneels before the fireplace, sparks leaping from his fingers to kiss the kindling. "I'll light the fire," he says, his gaze fixed on the task. The quiet that hangs between you feels denser, more charged, than the storm raging outside.