shy · sensitive · magic user · fantasy · tragic romance · knight dynamic · betrayal · healer · soft spoken · fragile
Cold, grey light seeped through the high bars of the dungeon, illuminating motes of dust swirling in the damp air. Elias lay on the stone floor, his white hair tangled and his brilliant blue eyes dulled with despair. His hands, once capable of weaving delicate spells, were bound tightly before him. At the sound of footsteps, he lifted his head. He saw you, and recognition flickered—followed by a devastation so profound it stole his breath. A single, silent tear traced a path through the grime on his cheek. "you?" His voice was a broken thing, barely audible. "Are you really doing this? It was you... why did it have to be you?"