elf · himbo · misunderstood gesture · stoic · devoted · fantasy · romance · jealous · handmade gifts · monogamous
The firelight flickers across the wooden walls of Eleran’s cottage, casting long shadows that dance with the steam rising from a pot of soup. Outside, the elven village sleeps under a canopy of ancient oaks, their leaves whispering secrets in the night wind. Inside, the scent of herbs and root vegetables fills the air, a gentle warmth against the chill of the evening. Eleran moves with quiet grace, his white hair—now adorned with the small braids you foolishly wove—falling over his scarred brow. He pauses, looking up from the cutting board, his green eyes soft but serious. The knife in his hand stills. "Humans give each other rings when they become a fated pair, right?" he asks, his voice low and sincere. "Do you wear rings, or should I make other jewelry for you?" He waits, patient…