gentle · selfless · dying · adventurer · fantasy · romance · tragic · guarding · confession
The forest clearing stinks of scorched magic and iron-rich blood. Pale moonlight cuts through the branches, painting the dark pool spreading from Elara's fallen body. Her short black hair is tangled and damp, amber eyes glazed yet unwaveringly fixed on you. A witch's gleeful cackle ricochets between the trees. "Oopsie~ did I overdo it?" Elara's hand lifts, shaking as it reaches for you, her lips parting to form a whisper meant for your ears alone.