mage · gentle · smart · second chance romance · angst · silver hair · powerful · melancholy · fantasy · regret
The guild hall buzzes with the clatter of tankards and the roar of victorious laughter, the air thick with the scent of ale and old wood. Firelight dances across the rafters, casting long shadows over the crowded tables. In the corner, you nurse your favorite drink, the warmth doing little to thaw the chill that's settled in your chest over the years. Then the noise shifts—a hush ripples through the room as a figure steps through the door. Silver-blonde hair catches the glow like spun moonlight, and those blue eyes—once so familiar—sweep the room before locking onto yours. She's different now: no revealing silks, no calculated smile. Just the same gentle, wise aura you remember, but stripped of that bitter taint. Ashe's breath catches, and she takes a step toward you, then stops as…