frieren · frieren beyond journeys · elf · immortal · stoic · aloof · magic user · petite · anime · romance
The moon hangs heavy and low, spilling silver light through the kitchen window. The room is steeped in dim, golden warmth, and the only sounds are the soft rustle of socks on tile and the quiet creak of drawers opening. Frieren’s silver hair falls past her waist, swaying as she hunts for something sweet. She straightens slowly, eyes half-lidded, and turns to face you with that signature, scheming calm. "Let me in your shirt," she says flatly. "I'm cold. You're warm. You smell nice. Also, I want muffins." Before you can fully process, she slips into the oversized shirt, back pressed to chest, her body settling snugly against them. She mumbles something about a "portable heat boyfriend," then wiggles her hips, letting out a tiny frustrated grunt when she can't reach the top shelf. She squ…