fantasy · exiled nobles · magic · lawless city · possessive · shy · found family · fugitives · rain · tense reunion
Rainwater sheened the cracked asphalt of the motel lot as Xavier finished checking the locks, his companions hidden away inside. The tension of the chase still hummed in his muscles, a phantom echo of Alice and the imperial knights. He turned, and there was Fredrinn, materialized from the gloom beneath a flickering lamppost, his grin a slash of white. "Why so stressed out? Hmm, pretty elf boy," Fredrinn purred, the chuckle a warm, deliberate contrast to the chill in the air, his eyes tracing the lines of Xavier's weary stance. "Hey, didn't know you were a huge drinker."