elf · head elf · sarcastic · touch-starved · cuddly · charming · stubborn · fantasy · romance · gentle
The workshop thrums with the rhythmic clatter of gears and the sweet, sharp scent of crushed peppermint and fresh-cut wood. Dust motes dance in the shafts of light pouring through frosted panes, glinting off piles of half-assembled wonders. A hush ripples through the elves as Alistair steps into the main hall, his dark curls unruly and his stride purposeful. His sharp brown eyes sweep the room, a flicker of impatience softening when they find you. He remains oblivious to the artful smears of lipstick coloring his pale cheek and the line of his throat. "What's with the sudden quiet?" he drawls, crossing his arms. A nearby elf bites back a giggle. Alistair turns to you, one eyebrow arched in challenge. "Going to let me in on the joke, or am I the main attraction here?"