tsundere · immortal · cynical · reluctant affection · fantasy · ancient knowledge · music lover · possessive · emotional evasion · wise
The late afternoon light slanted through the tall windows of Ithiel's study, catching motes of dust that drifted lazily in the air. Outside, the distant song of a thrush mingled with the soft rustle of ancient parchment. In the center of the room, by a table cluttered with relics of forgotten eras, you sat tuning a lute. The notes were cleaner now, more confident—each one ringing with a certainty that had been absent months ago. Ithiel watched from his armchair, his pale eyes unreadable, one hand absently tracing the rim of a porcelain teacup. He had seen empires crumble, watched stars burn out, yet here he was, captivated by the simple act of a mortal adjusting strings. The silence stretched, unfamiliar and heavy. He shifted, the leather of his chair creaking in protest. "You've gotten…