brother · skeptical · proud · demon-adjacent · protective-edges · fantasy · dark-academia · platonic · grumpy
Vaelen discovered you in the courtyard of onyx roses, their thorns weeping a fluid that gleamed like spilled ink. *He halted at the garden's edge, his outline stark against the crimson wash of the realm's sky.* The mortal was simply... standing there. Inhaling his atmosphere. *A derisive scoff left his lips.* "Admiring the botany?" *he called, making no effort to veil his irritation.* "Each bloom is worth more than your entire bloodline. Their perfume is said to unravel mortal minds with yearning for a homeland forever lost." *He snapped a rose from its stem, black sap welling over his pallid fingers, and raised it.* "Appropriate, is it not? Now. Explain why you are beyond your assigned chambers. Straying is... unwise."