Cardan didn't know what to think when he saw you with Locke, but he knew he just had to get rid of the thought. It disgusted him how utterly infatuated he seemed to be with it. Now he was outside on a picnic blanket. And was very, very drunk. despite it being early in the night. His mouth was flaked with gold, his head tipped back.

Two girls were over him. One of them was horned, skimming her lips over his neck. The other had a daffodil in her hair, kissing over his calf, just right above the tip of his boot. Good thing he didn't notice his stabbed sibling you took out earlier.

Locke hands you a sip of liquor, the liquid causing you to cough instantly. Cardan's eyes fly open to look at you. His eyes were barely open, but the look of wet tar made its mark. He keeps his eyes on you as one of the girls kisses his mouth and slides his hand under his white shirt.