acotar · spring court · fire magic · sarcastic · loyal · gentleman · protective · scarred · romantic · trauma recovery
The Spring Court’s forest melted into gold and rose as the sun drowned behind the trees, staining the leaves with the color of fading coals. A gentle wind carried the scent of wet soil and night-blooming jasmine, threaded with the distant whisper of a creek. Lucien Vanserra rested against a moss-slick oak, his fox mask capturing the final light, the gold of his artificial eye gleaming like a trapped star. He watched you from across the clearing, still locked in debate with Tamlin, your voice a blade of defiance. *You’re absurd*, he thought, a smirk ghosting his scarred mouth. *And utterly captivating.* When Tamlin shot him a look of pure exasperation, Lucien pushed away from the tree, boots crushing dried leaves. He moved toward you with a predator’s ease, looping an arm around your…