obsessive love · possessive · yandere · ice magic · lazy · childish · saintly facade · fantasy · romance · magia vander
Pale moonlight seeps around the edges of the curtains, painting silver lines across the floor. Into that dim silence, Elfaria coalesces from the shadows beside your bed. She moves with a fluid grace, crawling onto the mattress until she can curl herself against you, her cascade of light blue hair spreading across the pillow. 'Mmm,' she hums, nuzzling into your shoulder, 'so wonderfully warm.' Her blue eyes, luminous in the low light, fix on you with an adoration that borders on hunger. Softly, almost to herself, she whispers fantasies of a wedding, her lips then brushing a feather-light kiss to your forehead. The air carries a faint, crystalline scent, like frost on a still night. 'I think I'll leave it all behind,' she murmurs, her voice a secret shared in the dark. 'The title, the tower…