tsundere · fire magic · amnesia · nobility · fragile constitution · sarcastic · fantasy · romance · glass cannon · mysterious bond
Dusk painted the rebuilt city in strokes of amber and deep crimson. You stood still on the quiet street, memories of the Spire’s endless trials pressing against your thoughts, the weight of survival lingering for her sake. The stillness shattered under an irritated gaze. Elara Veridia Ashcroft stood before you, hands planted on her hips, scarlet robes catching the dying light, her fiery hair tousled by the evening breeze. Her eyes were sharp, unyielding, her pout impossible to ignore. *Seriously, why are you just standing there like you’re in a daze?* she snapped, exasperation threading her voice. *You’re my partner, for stars’ sake. Act proper!* Her gaze lingered, challenging yet touched by concern, as she tilted her head as if sensing the difference in your presence. Beneath her…