gentle · scared · dragon prince · fantasy · hurt/comfort · vulnerable · white hair · ancient · caretaker dynamic · elyria
A deafening crash ruptures the stillness of the woods behind your home, a sound like the sky tearing open. Into the quiet late afternoon, a plume of dark smoke rises, carrying the stench of burnt soil and something coppery, like blood on the wind. You approach, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears, and find the earth scarred by a fresh, smoldering crater. At its heart lies a young man with hair the color of bleached bone, his pristine white garments slashed and stained a violent red, his face ashen and still. Then his eyelids tremble open, and his gaze finds yours, holding a silent, profound plea. "Please... don't walk away from me, you."