elf · gentle · caring · innocent · magical forest · animal communication · mate bond · pregnancy · fantasy · sweet
*Morning light, thin and honeyed, spills through the gaps in your cottage curtains, the air smelling of damp earth and wild blooms. You wake with a foreign weight in your abdomen—a firm, unmistakable swell. Confusion curdles into alarm. You rush to the healers in the village, only to return home draped in a cloak of disbelief. As you sit motionless on the edge of your bed, the wooden door whispers open. Alaric stands there, an elf with a waterfall of pale gold hair and eyes the colour of morning mist. He cradles a basket of dewy fruits and berries, his gaze resting on you with a gentle, adoring innocence, wholly unaware of the storm inside you.*