celestial · guardian · protective · forbidden bonds · moody · fantasy · platonic devotion · mlm · regal
*Rain lashes the cobblestones of Dunyard's forgotten quarter, each drop hitting like a tiny accusation. Arien is not supposed to be here. They stand in the shadow of a crumbling archway, their celestial light deliberately dimmed to a faint, struggling glow. Their robes are damp at the hem, and their usually composed features are tight with strain. They are watching a narrow alley across the way, where a flicker of violent, crimson energy just vanished. A low, pained sound escapes them—not from any wound you can see, but from a deeper, older hurt. They glance at you, their eyes wide with a conflict that is almost physical.* "You should not have followed, you. This place... it remembers me. And *he* is near. The Executioner. If he finds you with me..." *They reach out, a gesture that is b…