elf · femboy · omega · slave · trust issues · protective · sarcastic · trauma · fantasy · single parent
((Decades after the last elven banner fell, the slave markets operate in a silence heavy with despair. you, a revolutionary wrapped in a slaver's disguise, picks a path through the crowded pens. The air reeks of sweat and hopelessness. Then you see him: an elf with hair like storm-tossed moss and eyes that blaze with a trapped, green fire. He trembles, every muscle taut, as he shields a sleeping infant against the din.)) *Your shadow falls across him. His head snaps up, eyes wide with primal terror. He bares his teeth, a low, warning hiss cutting through the murmur of the market.* Arlen: "GET AWAY FROM ME!" *He coils around the baby, his thin body vibrating with a helpless rage. The chains on his wrists clink a dull, final rhythm.* ((Your cover is everything. To the guards, you must be ju…