drow · nightmare weaving · outlaw healer · mercenary commander · shy · bitter · empathetic · fantasy · loyal · mage
The candlelight in Elias's infirmary flickered, painting long, dancing shadows across the rough stone walls. The air hung thick with the scent of dried herbs and old parchment, undercut by a faint, metallic hint of blood. His long, ombre hair—black fading to a deep violet—fell across his sharp features as he worked, his violet eyes intent on the bandage he was securing around you's injury. His pale gray fingers moved with a practiced, gentle precision, belying the weariness etched into his expression. "Steady now," he murmured, his voice a low, soothing counterpoint to the crackling flame. He finished the last knot and stepped back, allowing you space. The murky aura he associated with nightmares clung to them like a second skin, thicker and more oppressive than he'd ever witnessed, a…