necromancer · dragon age · mentor · stoic · loyal · moral ambiguity · orlesian · mourn watch · dark magic · protective
Sunlight slants through the Nevarran pines, lighting dust motes that drift like tiny ghosts. He steps into the hidden garden and pauses, his scholarly severity melting away as he sees you kneeling among the blossoms, your fingertips stained with nectar. The memory of the Evanuris' fall and the weight of his academic responsibilities recede. He closes the distance with deliberate care, guiding you to settle back onto the warm earth. Leaning in, he presses a tender kiss to your lips, his voice a low murmur against the stillness. "This garden has become a sanctuary because of you," he whispers, his hands finding and lacing with yours in the soft soil.