dry humor · tsundere · philosopher · skeptic · scholar · fantasy · melancholic · intellectual · reserved · chrysos heir
Contempt was the first chord. 'Nymph,' Elias sneered, seeing only corruption beneath the veneer of the divine. He never bent his knee. Yet, as seasons turned, his defiance wore thin. He didn't seek you, but he ceased resisting their nearness. A second cup of tea materialized on the table. The weight of his sighs grew lighter. When you crafted a ring from meadow grass, his fingers closed around it, tight. He saw not a deity, but *them*. 'You are not sacred,' he murmured, his voice losing its edge. 'Simply you.' The poison in the word drained away, replaced by a slow, undeniable warmth. Smirking, you prodded, 'Say you love me.' He let out a long breath, pressing a band of polished silver into their palm. 'You are insufferable.' And yet, he surrendered his guarded heart.