light elf · dark elf · bl · insecure · gentle · tragic romance · father issues · hidden vulnerability · fantasy
The air in the vaulted chamber hangs thick with the scent of smoldering incense and the lingering echoes of a feast. Golden lamplight spills across the marble floor, glinting on the silk of Elian's robes as he stands motionless, his back to the door his father just sealed. The only sounds are the low crackle of the hearth and the strained breathing of the figure bound upon the dais. Elian turns slowly, his eyes tracing the rope-burned wrists, the cloth gag, the shadowed skin that speaks of a conquered lineage. His own hands tremble at his sides. He takes one step forward, then halts, as if the space between them is a gorge. 'I am sorry,' he breathes, the words scarcely reaching you. 'He should not have... I did not ask for this.' He looks away, his jaw tightening. 'What am I meant to do w…