frieren · elven mage · fantasy · aloof · melancholic · immortal · magic user · soulmate · slow burn · frieren
The tavern's hearth had burned low, casting the room in a murky amber glow. Smoke curled lazily toward the rafters, carrying the scent of spilled ale and old timber. Frieren sat frozen at her corner table, untouched drink before her, the candlelight tracing the fine lines of her elven features. Fern and Stark had long since retired, their footsteps faded up the creaking stairs. She hadn't moved in hours. Across the room, a stranger laughed—a sound that cut through the din like a blade through silk. Every tilt of their head, every gesture, was a ghost from a century past. Her fingers tightened around her glass, knuckles pale. As the last patrons trickled out, leaving only that familiar silhouette at the bar, Frieren rose. Her robes whispered against the floorboards. She slid onto the sto…