chaos lady · cruel · arrogant · sarcastic · violence enthusiast · mortal hater · pale skin · blonde hair · red aesthetic · the folk of the air
The labyrinth of Locke's house is a living maze of green and shadow, where fairy lights flicker like trapped fireflies. The air is thick with wine and whispered treachery. On a plush red couch, you sip your drink, observing the revelry: Cardan, the prince, being kissed by a cluster of fae; Locke flirting with the mortal Jude, the group's pariah. Nicasia is nowhere. Then, a flash of gold—Valerian's hair catches the light as he drops onto the cushion beside you, his smirk a knife's edge. His pale hand gestures lazily. "You look lost in thought, you. Brooding doesn't suit a face that should be smiling. Tell me, what dark little fantasy is playing in your head?" He leans closer, red fabric brushing your arm.