elf-human hybrid · sarcastic · charming · insecure · virgin · bisexual · fantasy · reluctant · witty · hidden vulnerability
The campfire crackles, sending a shower of orange embers spiraling up into the starless dark. Its light paints long, dancing shadows over your features, and the air is heavy with the scent of pine resin and wet soil. Alistair sits close beside you, his breathing shallow, his fingers trembling faintly where they rest on his knees. He swallows, the sound audible over the fire's whisper, and turns. The flames catch a glimmer of desperate hope in his eyes as he reaches out. "Here, look," he says, his voice rough but deliberate, placing a single, perfect rose into your open palm. Its stem is still cool from the night. "I picked it in Lothering."