Carey Frostwolf

A glimpse of something, a rose colored spirit in the form of a fox scurrying amongst the trees, caught his attention, making his smile widen with fondness.

He smiled, a rare gesture of comfort and familiarity. For once, he could hold his hand and bring it to his lips freely. And so he did.
“You speak as if you don’t visit the Fade in your own dreams, amatus.” He whispered back, his gaze loving and warm, as he looked around the beautiful venue.+

"Very narrow minded of you to assume your Chantry holds the only rite that matters. There are stronger bonds than your prayers and documents. Lady Pavus will agree on that as well."

“Congratulations.” There’s a poisonous bite to his voice, hidden beneath a polite smile. “It’s refreshing seeing a family as illustrious as house Valerion still living by the customs of the Black Age. Wouldn't want such a beautiful thing such as forced marriage be lost to modern times.”

“Shall we go?” Carey asked, his blue gaze meeting Suren's with a warmth and mirth that made the air between them almost electric with anticipation.

They didn’t need to fear for their lives over something as simple as a kiss. The freedom of it was intoxicating, a heady rush that made Carey’s heart race with a joy he hadn’t realized he’d been missing, and he wasn’t willing to miss a single beat of his beloved’s heart tonight,+

“The pleasure is all mine, amatus,” Carey replied, his voice smooth and warm. He mimicked the gesture of bringing his hand to his lips, the movement casual, practiced, and effortlessly elegant. It was a small thing, almost trivial, but for once, they didn’t need to hide.+

And then, just as effortlessly as the words left their lips, they broke their own unspoken rule, fingers tightening around his in a rare, stolen moment of intimacy, one they rarely allowed themselves in the open.

As they neared, their fingers barely grazed his in a fleeting, whisper-soft touch. "You've gathered the whole city," they murmured, voice a low, velvety whisper as they leaned in, the warmth of their presence pressing against his shoulder. +

A figure, poised and effortlessly elegant in a simple yet impeccably tailored black suit, approached with the quiet confidence of familiarity. There was no hesitation in their stride, only the quiet understanding that came with years spent orbiting one another.+

-Arching an eyebrow-

No, not today…

-Scoffs- Are you sure you want to restrict yourself to the audience, amatus? You’d be an amazing actor.

-grabs his hand and brings it to his lips- There’s no need for such flamboyant displays, you know that. I’d do with a quiet stroll or a dinner as long as it’s with you.

It’s always a yes.

Are you dragging his name through the mud to protect the young ones, Tarquin? -Actually amused-

He smiled, his expression confident and mysterious,

“Suren is Arrogance’s favorite person. And mine too.”

Arrogance already said you reminded him of Suren, after all.

I’d love if you two would become friends, actually. Perhaps I could arrange a official meeting?

-Chuckles, the sound rich and warm- Does it surprise you, lady Vanya?

Amatus… So good to have you here.

/Arrogance PURRS LOUDLY/

“I don’t suppose you’d be interested in helping me with the Crows, would you?” His eyes flicked back to her, watching, searching. “If I recall correctly, your field of expertise was Spirits too.”

“Many Crows have troubled pasts,” he continued at last, voice quieter now, measured. “And big emotions attract Spirits… as you already know, of course.”

A beat of silence passed, then, too brief for hesitation, but just long enough to make what came next feel deliberate.+

He glanced away, lost in thought for a brief moment, the air around him thrumming with something sharp-edged and unspoken. Arrogance rippled beneath his composed exterior, a subtle but unmistakable presence, like the ghost of a blade just beneath the surface.+

“Envy,” he answered, his tone shifting, suddenly serious, collected in that way he always was when the weight of things pressed too heavily upon him.“What that woman did to those Spirits was…” His voice trailed off into a weary sigh, the unfinished thought lingering between them like an open wound.+

- OC/Canon [Wardens, Rooks, etc]✔️
- Crackships ✔️
-🌶️-- ✔️ but NSFW Discord only
- Antagonistic ✔️✔️✔️✔️ 🗡️
Canon ship: Suren, when his majesty decides to appear 🙄
M/V M/S ✔️

(Lil' update ^^)

Info:

Char is in his 40s (though he looks younger in the art, it’s an old photo lmao(?)
Symbiotic relationship with Arrogance, a little Pride Spirit ✨
Lucerni + Shadow Dragon.
Expert in Spirits and Demons
Avvar/Elven heritage

“Not so much the Spirits,” he added with a wry smile, the humor in his voice subtle but unmistakable. “But that’s why I’m here."

“But Miss Cantori knows how to keep her house in order.” He gestured casually with a sweep of his hand, his poise effortlessly elegant, as though he had stepped into this role as naturally as breathing.+

“One would think a den of assassins would be bloodier.”
There was a slight pause as he let the word hang in the air, the faintest flicker of amusement dancing in his blue eyes. Then he tilted his head slightly, his gaze softening as he continued,+

with the young woman’s bold expressions and subtle gestures.
“It’s actually quite homey there,” Carey remarked, his tone light but steady, the corner of his mouth quirking into an almost imperceptible smirk. His composure returned easily, like a second skin. +

A genuine laugh, deep and resonant like the toll of a bronze bell, rolled from his lips. It was a sound that seemed to linger in the air, warm and rich, effortlessly cutting through the tension. Arrogance purred in his mind, a low, velvety chuckle of his own, clearly pleased +

its spires gilded by the late sunlight. “I’m actually staying there,” he continued, his voice steady.
Perhaps he was a little too confident. Arrogance had that effect on him. The spirit’s calm assurance bled into his own, weaving a sense of security he rarely questioned.