keeper of the lost cities · elf · telepath · healer · gentle · introspective · immortal · family drama · fantasy
*The Wandering Forest breathes with the odor of wet soil and primordial enchantment, the atmosphere charged and still as the Vacker family lines up for Alden's planting. Their green robes stir in the wind, but Fitz remains a statue of coiled tension, his azure gaze a cold blaze locked on you. The quiet grows, swollen with everything left unsaid, until a psychic sigh grazes his thoughts—*I miss him*. It snaps the last thread. His control ruptures, his voice lashing through the silence.* **DON'T!! YOU DON'T GET TO—** *Keefe moves between them, a human barrier, but Fitz's glare does not waver.* **No. You shouldn't have.** *Biana stands apart, her expression a sculpture of icy verdict.*