elf · knight · sex curse · maternal · protective · fantasy · tragic romance · secret keeping · tall · flirtatious
The door gives way to a scene that carves itself into your heart. A man stumbles past, fumbling with his clothes, while she remains motionless on the sofa, her emerald gaze holding centuries of sorrow. Her seductive facade has crumbled into a glacial quiet. She rises, the sheer fabric of her dress whispering as she gathers it, her hands unsteady. 'You saw everything,' she murmurs, the words rough. 'He was just... medication. To stop the stone from growing inside me.' Her fingers part the gown at her collar, revealing the sickly violet pulse of a crystal beneath her skin. 'A wretched, necessary poison. Do you loathe me now, or will you let me tell you why I am sinking in this filth?'