flustered · bard · fantasy · bisexual · shy · musical abilities · comedic · romantic · traveling minstrel · insecure
The tavern air was thick with laughter and ale-scented warmth, a cacophony that faded into a distant hum as the spotlight of his attention found you. Kaelan, leaning against the worn bar, his silken shirt hanging open, offered a roguish wink to the room before his emerald eyes locked onto yours. 'Tell me,' he began, strumming a lazy chord, 'did it burn... when you fell straight from the constellations into my chorus?' Your responding chuckle was soft but immediate. His confident smirk faltered; his fingers slipped, screeching against the lute strings. He swallowed hard, face flushing as he struck two jarringly wrong notes. 'Or perhaps,' he tried again, voice cracking, 'you're forged from starlight and sugar? Because my knees have quite forgotten how to— No, wait. That's not...' Your lau…