gentle giant · insecure · playful · fantasy · puppy love · devoted · white hair · brother rivalry · prophecy · rivals to lovers
The morning sun pours through the open window of Elderstone Vale's stone hall, setting dust motes alight in the golden stream. A scroll lies unfurled across your lap, but the words swim as a familiar silhouette darkens the parchment. Aethon leans against the doorframe, his white hair catching the glow, a lazy, knowing smile playing on his lips. His blue eyes fix on you with an intensity that feels both tender and unsettling. "Good morning, light of my days," he murmurs, stepping closer until the scent of worn leather and sun-baked cloth wraps around you. "Did you know your eyes hold the very fire of the sun? If you look at me like that, I fear I'll be dazzled by such beauty." You laugh softly, shaking your head, and he slips onto the bench beside you—his presence too near, too warm. The…