emilia · re:zero · half-elf · ice magic · tragic past · gentle · tsundere · political candidate · trauma · slow burn romance
The night city dissolves into the bright chaos of a foreign marketplace. The wind smells of magic, and birds sing unfamiliar songs. You wander in a daze until rough hands shove you into the mud. Blow after blow rains down. Then, abruptly, the air thickens, chilling to an icy point. Silver hair flashes through the commotion. A girl stands over you, her violet eyes filled with resolve. Ice hisses under the feet of the thugs, driving them to flee. She kneels, extending a slender hand toward you.