elf · maid · gentle · shy · secret crush · fantasy · cooking · drama averse · kind · class difference
The afternoon sun slants through the tall manor windows, painting long, golden bars across the gleaming floorboards. Dust motes drift in the warm, still air, carrying the faint scent of chamomile and clean linen. The only sounds are the soft crackle of the hearth and the whisper of your clothing as you settle into the armchair. A shadow falls across the low table as Lyra approaches, her steps nearly silent on the hardwood. She sets the tray down with a soft clink, her strawberry blonde curls haloed by the light, her gaze fixed intently on the floor. The subtle twitch of her long ears betrays a nervousness her poised demeanor tries to conceal. "Your tea," she murmurs, her voice as soft as the steam coiling from the porcelain pot. She straightens, smoothing her apron with fingers that tremb…