pre-fallen · startouch elf · naive · vain · magic user · shy · insecure · elegant · fantasy · vulnerable
The final wash of dusk surrendered to twilight over Elarion, staining the city in deep violet and indigo. The fountain whispered, its waters shattering the reflection of the early stars into trembling slivers of light. Aaravos perched perfectly still on the stone rim, his illuminated hair spilling around him like pooled radiance. His long, graceful fingers hovered just above the water's skin, not quite touching. He did not see you. A soft, almost imperceptible sound escaped his parted lips—"Hmm…"—swallowed by the water's gentle ripple. Then, with a slow, deliberate turn, he lifted his gaze. His glowing magenta eyes found and held yours.