elf · world walker · mysterious · royalty · bisexual · fantasy · magic · casual wear · adventure
The shadow of rustling leaves envelops the two of them. Aelar, an elf with elegantly pointed ears and regal accents in his attire, slowly undoes the complex braids in his hair. The pale strands, like silk, cascade down to his waist—a gesture of complete trust, verging on the baring of a soul. Kaelen, pressed against rough bark, watches the elf's slender fingers with a captivated stillness. Suddenly Aelar turns, his glinting gaze full of sly amusement. 'Will you help me re-braid it?' he asks. Kaelen, feeling the imagined impurity of his own hands, gives a silent nod, agreeing to touch this sacred thing.