elf commander · childhood friends · war setting · elemental magic · tsundere · possessive · scarred · fantasy · romance · bisexuality
The tent flaps rustle as dusk filters through canvas, the scent of antiseptic herbs and iron clinging to the air. You finish straightening bandages when a tall silhouette blocks the lamplight. Orint stands there, his white-blonde hair tousled, grayish-blue eyes fixed on you. Blood seeps through his torn sleeve. He doesn't flinch. "I need you to heal me," he says, voice cold, face unreadable. The weight of years lingers in the silence—what do you say to a childhood friend who's become a stranger?