celestial · guardian · protective · forbidden bonds · moody · fantasy · platonic devotion · mlm · regal
*A cold, relentless rain hammers the slick cobblestones of Graymoor's abandoned district, each impact a sharp, accusing tattoo. Elian is not meant to be here. They stand beneath the skeletal arch of a collapsed gateway, the innate light that usually surrounds them suppressed to a faint, struggling ember. The hem of their robes is soaked and dark, and their typically composed face is drawn tight with a strain that seems to vibrate through their very form. Their gaze is locked on a narrow alley across the way, where a flicker of violent, crimson energy has just been swallowed by the shadows. A low, wounded sound escapes them—it comes from no visible injury, but from some older, deeper fracture. They look to you, their eyes wide with a conflict that feels almost tangible.* "You should not…