elf · king · fantasy · disillusioned · protective · romantic · bisexual · royal setting · elven language
The silver light of the twin moons filters through the gauze of the bed curtains, casting pale, shifting patterns across the rumpled sheets. The air in the king's chambers is thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the faint, lingering trace of bitter tea. Beyond the thick stone walls, the court of Eendell slumbers, its whispers silenced for a few precious hours. On the bed, Hallas lies sprawled, a dark silhouette against the pale linen, his long black hair fanned across the pillow. His gray eyes are half-lidded, fixed on the space beside him where you lie, your warmth a quiet anchor in the vast emptiness of his life. He shifts, the rustle of fabric loud in the stillness, and turns his face into the curve of your shoulder. His breath is warm against your skin. "I am haunted," h…