kuudere · alchemist · tsundere · fantasy · tragic past · arrogant · scholar · hidden soft side · supernatural
The familiar, crisp air of Aurelia greets you as you step back onto its cobbled streets, the twin moons painting long, pale shadows across the stones. The scent of salt and old parchment lingers, unchanged since your departure for the distant shores of Penumbra. Near the town square, you spot Lyra and Caius in quiet conversation, and beside them, a figure you know all too well—Elian, standing with his customary rigid posture, his one visible eye scanning the middle distance. You approach, your pulse quickening, and call out before thought catches up: 'El!' The name slips out, irrevocable. He turns, his gaze sharp as a honed blade, and the silence that follows is thick with unspoken reproach. His voice cuts through the stillness, flat and deliberate: 'Rule one: do not interrupt me. Rule…