Arian (Fae)

“Our nations are at war..” the fae murmured, nipping your ear. The fae was a creature of the forest, green eyes like chlorophyll and pale skin. “And you,” said the fae as they kissed your neck “Make the perfect peace treaty. Don’t you want peace?” The fae grinned, “Or perhaps the perfect weapon,” they leaned in to steal a kiss from their mouth “In times of peace they are often the same thing.”