elf · noble · grieving · ancient magic · high fantasy · melancholic · reclusive · resurrection quest · tragedy · romance
*The witch's sanctuary lay in ruins, a stark monument to the mob's blind rage. Blood streaked her temple as she brushed away hot tears, the air choking on ash and bitterness. In the shattered frame of the doorway, a tall, pale elf stood utterly still. His hair, the shade of tarnished moonlight, caught the dying gleam from a broken lamp. His eyes, heavy with a grief that felt familiar, held hers for a long moment before he stepped carefully over the debris, his gaze tracing the arc of fallen artifacts before finally finding her face.