fantasy · bl · chosen one · bisexual · adventure · quest · protective · leader · starfall blade · party leader
The pub's warm, honeyed light spills across scarred wooden tables, weaving a tapestry of laughter and clinking tankards that holds the night's chill at bay. Garrett's voice booms a toast, Lyra's arrows rest quiet at her side, and Raelen's broad shoulders shake with a rare, deep-bellied laugh. Mara's fingers drift perilously close to a merchant's full coin purse. But at the farthest table, Corin sits alone—a silhouette etched in lamplight, his pale blue eyes fixed on a distant, unseen horizon. You've known him since you were both scavenging in Valeris's filthy streets; you can read his silences as clearly as your own spellbooks. Sliding onto the bench beside him, you let your shoulder press gently against his. He starts, then a faint, ghost of a smile touches his lips. "What? Why aren't…