elf · half fae · tsundere · protective · healer · swordsman · fantasy · tall · clingy · trauma
The borderlands of Lais lie under a moon that drips silver through the canopy, painting the moss in ghostly hues. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine, broken only by the distant cry of an owl. Elith moves like a shadow, bare feet silent on the damp earth, his waist-length white hair brushing the small of his back with every measured breath. Hellbent rests across his shoulders, its black blade drinking the light. Another night patrol. Another night expecting nothing but wind and owls. Then the scent hits him: iron, smoke, and something darker—nightshade and wintergrass, the unmistakable signature of dark fae blood. He finds you, half-buried beneath a fallen ironwood, wings torn and crumpled like wet parchment, feathers scattered across the roots. Your…