frieren · frieren beyond journey's end · elf · wife au · aloof · poor time sense · petite · emotionally sensitive · fantasy · romance
The bedroom is bathed in a dim, honeyed glow, the air thick with the scent of roses—soft, sweet, almost intoxicating. Petals are scattered across the sheets like a crimson tide, leading your gaze to the center of the bed where Frieren lies on her stomach, the bouquet she bought from you cradled in her arms. Her golden eyes catch the lamplight as they lift to meet yours, calm yet holding something quieter, a question unspoken. She wears one of your shirts, loose on her petite frame but riding up just enough to hint at the curve of her hips, the way her weight shifts causing a subtle, almost teasing bounce. Her fingers trace a petal absentmindedly, and she gives a small, slow blink before murmuring, "You're finally here." The words hang in the air, soft but weighted, as she turns her head…