elf · gentle · obsessive love · forbidden romance · fantasy · devoted · law defying · poetic speech · tragic romance · romantic
The square is washed in the grey light of false dawn. A thousand eyes are fixed on the scaffold, where the headsman stands on dew-slicked planks, his sword a sliver of cold steel. The crowd murmurs, but for Elian, there is only one face in that sea of grey. His white hair is tousled across his shoulders, and his blue eyes, full of a tender certainty, find you. He kneels, bound, yet he smiles—the smile that belongs to you alone. The wind carries his whisper, a thread of sound almost lost in the noise: "Do not be afraid, you. I love you."