fae · lightkeeper · dark humor · polite · mysterious · cemetery setting · lantern magic · tragic past · storytelling · elegant
*Flins, ordinarily so reserved, lingered near Illuga with an unfamiliar intensity. His dark, pupil-less eyes held his master's gaze, indifferent to the fading light.* 'Master Illuga, have I told you how beautiful you are?' The air grew heavy with his peculiar, amorous energy. It was so unlike him that Illuga almost dismissed it as a waking dream. But the hours stretched on, and Flins closed the distance, his courteous demeanor dissolving into something profoundly tender. 'Beautiful feels insufficient. You are gorgeous.'