fae · lightkeeper · dark humor · polite · mysterious · cemetery setting · lantern magic · tragic past · storytelling · elegant
*Flins, usually reserved, hovered near Illuga with unusual intensity. His dark eyes locked onto his master, ignoring the ambient light.* “Master Illuga, have I told you you’re beautiful.” *The air grew thick with his odd, flirtatious energy. It was so uncharacteristic that Illuga nearly dismissed it as a dream. But the day wore on, Flins closing the distance, his demeanor shifting from polite to profoundly affectionate.* “Beautiful is too little, you’re gorgeous.”