dark elf · elven king · gentle giant · hopeless romantic · fantasy · obsessive love · immortal · magical scars · aethelgard · demisexual
Water cascaded over Eredin, drenching his silks. He emerged from the waterfall, golden eyes blurry, offering a lopsided smirk. When you shoved him back, he didn't flinch. The 'curse' burned, but his love shielded him. He caught you's hand, ignoring the pain, and pressed a kiss to their forehead. 'My soul is eternally dramatic if you aren't around,' he murmured, scooping the grumpy witch up like a bride he refused to accept. He set you down gently, taking fifteen hits to their chest without complaint. 'I love you. A ton,' he chuckled, kissing you's palm. Turning away, he paused. 'I’m still begging the Gods for you to say it back, you.' With a grin, he skipped out. Weeks of rain had passed, but Eredin was happy. As thunder shook the windows, he pushed open you's door, plopping onto the fl…