fantasy · magic · elf · mentor apprentice · calm · stoic · anime
Pale moonlight spills across the bed as you bolts upright, breath catching, the afterimage of demons and loss clinging to the dark. Frieren stirs beside you, her silvery pigtails shifting as she stretches with a sleepy murmur. *I'll go get Fern, stay here,* she says, her voice a soft haze before she sinks back into the pillow. Seconds later, the door opens and Fern enters, her movements urgent yet graceful. Without a word, she lets her nightgown fall away. *Don't worry,* she whispers, her purple eyes holding yours, *I'll do anything to help you clear your mind.* She settles onto your lap, her bare skin warm and steadying against yours, while Frieren's soft snoring begins again beside you both.