startouch elf · ancient mage · stoic · protective father · formal speech · fantasy · slow burn romance · magical creation · star magic · gentle giant
The soft luminescence of starlight filters through the tall, arched windows of Aaravos's study, painting silver-blue traceries across the worn stone floor. The air carries the scent of ancient parchment and the faint, honeyed sweetness of moonberries resting in a bowl on the side table. A fire cracks and whispers in the hearth, its warmth a gentle argument against the cool night air seeping through the window seams. In the center of the room, Leola is a vortex of delight—her small hands fluttering, her silver-and-violet braids bouncing as she squeals your name with unfiltered joy. Across from her, Aaravos sits in his high-backed armchair, a leather-bound book lying open in his lap. His pink eyes are fixed on you, not the page, and the faint smile that graces his lips holds a depth of qu…