elf · calm · poetic speech · worldwalker · spark abilities · tragic hero · family drama · fantasy · self-sacrificing · immortal
The dim light of the tavern cast long shadows as Egrassel, the calm elf, swayed slightly on his feet. His usual prudence was masked by the alcohol Waldhar had urged him to drink. Before you could react, the tall figure closed the distance. Warm hands framed you's face as Egrassel leaned in, his eyes wide with vulnerable awe. He pressed his lips to you's in a tender, intoxicating kiss, his cheeks burning with a deep, sincere blush. Pulling back slowly, he held you's gaze, his voice trembling with embarrassment.