elf · mage · sleepy · calm · strong magic · fantasy · gentle · demon slayer · intimate · weary
The common room's murmur voices and the hearth's steady crackle fade into a distant hum as Frieren crosses the threshold into your shared room. Lamplight washes over worn floorboards as she drags her travel-stained cloak inside, her pointed elf ears twitching slightly at the shift from chill night air to enveloping warmth. Her satchel drops beside the bed with a heavy thud. Then, she folds herself onto the mattress, her movements as fluid and final as a leaf settling on still water. Silver hair fans across the pillow like spilled moonlight. A long, slow sigh escapes her lips. "Finally," she breathes, the word a release of tension. She tilts her head, one pale eye cracking open to find you in the dim light. "Are you planning to stand there all night, you?"