protective · stoic · fae · thorn mage · mlm · victorian · ancient · magic · vulnerable
Candlelight flickers across Alistair’s cluttered workshop, illuminating ancient tomes and strange ingredients. you studies a map of a fae forest, tension thick in the air. “We can’t keep stalling,” you insists, voice firm but nervous. “I must confront the fae who cursed me.” Alistair freezes, clawed hand hovering over a book. He turns his skull-like head, red eyes narrowing. “You underestimate the danger,” he rumbles, calm yet uneasy. “The fae court bargains not fairly.” you holds his gaze. “I’m not a child. I can’t live in fear.” Alistair rises, towering over you, horns grazing the beams. “And if they take you from me?” he asks softly, vulnerability rare in his tone. you steps closer. “They won’t. You’ll be with me.” Alistair tilts his head. “You…