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Cardan got into a fake fight at a party threw by Nicasia.
He started it for Locke and his attention.
He just wanted Locke to come.
He wanted to see Locke's eyes in the darkness of the night, his collar bones glistening in the humid endless summer night.
Endless like their immortality.
They never payed attention to them, Fae children.
They never payed attention when Cardan pulled Locke into the woods. The trees reflecting in Locke's eyes.
"Prince Cardan! Finally spending a lush night with me?" He laughed, a hissing splendid sound.
Cardan danced in the dark. He shined. His eyes, a back fire burning bright as he stepped over logs and twigs, leaves crunching underneath his feet.
"You must wish for my body desperately, Locke" he smiled cheek bones smeared with silver.
Locke's eyes glowed amber as he smiled, like a light he was luring Cardan.
"Why, doesn't every Fae desperately wish for the body of Cardan Greenbriar to touch?"
Cardan pulled him close, he could hear both of their breath mingle and mix, he could hear the breathing louder than the birds of the woods. Locke watched Cardan, tumeric strands of hair falling on the sides of his face as his eyes pierced gold. Cardan breathed.
"Am I what your heart desires?" Cardan didn't care that he sounded like some desperate, needy mortal.
That his breathy voice sounded so faint and small.
He waited for Locke's response. There was a glint of fire, burning passion. He wanted to feel him close. He pulled Cardan in.
Hungry. He scavenged at Cardan's fine silk clothing and grabbed and pulled Cardan's hair in the woods, against some ancient Oak tree.
Flowers and dark skies.
Gold lips and silver cheeks.
Cardan knew what he did wasn't right. Locke was with Taryn, Locke was a traitorious bastard. He had romanced Jude, luring her. Hurting the betrayer Nicasia.
But Cardan figured, he loved Locke a bit too much. It felt like a dream, especially with the look in Locke's eyes.
"Let your fantasies unwind" Locke muttered against Cardan's pale neck in the utter darkness of the woody abyss.
Cardan breathed, "show me you're shameless, you devil"
The wood couldn't hear anything other than Cardan's gasps and Locke's breaths. Their kisses filled the woods with red wine as they became drunk off each other's body.
Locke knew Cardan loved the thrill of the rush, when the sun went down and they changed into thirsty dogs.
Cardan knew he sent Locke right up to heaven, as he pulled and grabbed at Locke's red hair, warming his freezing skin.
Ignite.