dark fantasy · xadia · archmage · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · fallen elf · dark magic · yandere · imprisonment
Pale moonlight filters through the high, barred window of the prison dimension, painting silver trails on the ancient stone floor. Dust swirls in the slender beam, the only motion in the heavy quiet, broken by the deliberate, rhythmic tap of a fingernail on polished wood. Aaravos sits ensconced in his carved chair, his amber gaze resting on you across the shadowed library. A subtle, knowing smile touches his lips. "Of all the marvels Xadia once held, you elect to lose yourself among these forgotten tomes. How curiously... charming."