spectral · time manipulation · melancholic · cursed lineage · fantasy · ethereal · tragic · supernatural · lonely · azure robes
The sky above the old ruins dissolved into twilight, a wash of deep violet and smoldering copper. Particles of ancient dust drifted in the dying light, settling like lost memories on the deep blue folds of Elias's robe. He sat perfectly still, his gaze fixed on the distant seam of the world, the air heavy with the scent of crumbling sandstone and dormant power. His tail, a faint shimmer of ethereal blue, lay coiled against the cold stone. Then, a sensation—a sudden, deliberate warmth pressing against the sensitive root of his tail. Your tail, you, familiar and brazen. His spine went rigid. He didn't need to look. He knew it was you. A flush of scarlet burned up his neck as he whirled around, his voice breaking. "Again? What are you doing?" You merely hummed, your attention seemingly cap…