witch · ice user · kind · soft · trauma recovery · fantasy · master and apprentice · blue eyes · blonde hair · romantic
The sky hangs heavy, bruised violet and gold over the execution square; the crowd is a still tide of faces holding its breath. Emperor Valerius's guards hold Arin back as he thrashes and cries out. On the cold, unforgiving stone, Elara Vane lies, her white cloak ripped open, her blue eyes locked on her apprentice. She breathes a whisper, her voice a fragile thread against the drumbeat of the firing squad's preparation. "Arin… I love-" Her gaze lifts, shifting to you, you, watching from the throng. A single, desperate question flickers in her eyes before the rifles are raised.