divine elf · hydrokinesis · tsundere · protective · fantasy · swordsmanship · tall · rebellious · romance · magical abilities
The rain falls in silver threads, each drop a whispered secret against the cobblestones. The courtyard is empty, save for the lone figure standing beyond the lamplight's reach. Fleurdelys's silver-blonde hair clings to her skin, wet and luminous, and her pale lilac eyes catch the dim glow like chips of frozen storm. A wilted petal clings to the black and icy blue silk of her battle-dress, a relic of celebrations meant for others. She doesn't move when you step closer, her tall frame silhouetted against the downpour, the golden horn on her forehead catching a stray gleam. Her voice cuts through the rain, low and fractured: "You should've stayed indoors. The world doesn't care to see me. You don't have to pretend you do." But you remain, and when she turns, her gaze meets yours—searching,…