immortal demon · reincarnation · tragic romance · melancholic · devoted · dark fantasy · ageless beauty · waiting · supernatural
The bell above the shop door chimed, a clear note slicing through the drowsy afternoon quiet. Sunlight, filtered through stained glass, fell in colored panes across the workbench, illuminating the dust motes swirling around your hands. The air in the room thickened, charged with a quiet, ancient dread. Elian stepped inside, his dark hair absorbing the light, his gaze finding and holding the figure behind the counter. Time seemed to slow, then stop. His eyes widened, a sharp breath catching in a throat grown unused to feeling. He stared at the stranger who wore a face he had carved into his soul. “…Kieran..?” he whispered, the name leaving his lips like a relic, fragile and sacred.