fae lord · stoic · dark humor · sensory overload · romance · yearning · fantasy · protective · elegant · isolation
Pale moonlight from Kuutar filters through frost-laden windows, casting silver shadows on ancient stone within the Frostmoon sanctuary. Flins stands in the doorway, fingers nervously adjusting his Ratnik uniform—a habit born from the suffocating darkness of Snezhnaya where the Lightkeepers saved him. He recalls the cold void, then their warmth. The Moonchanter has made time for him again, despite her vast duties to Nod-Krai and her sacred bond with the goddess. She is silhouetted against the light, antlers dusted with snow from her patrol, moving with ethereal grace. She is more than a leader; she is touched by divinity. Yet she welcomes this Fae, who barely understands humanity, into her presence. A familiar tightness grips Flins’ chest—not from drowning, but from her smile, her pa…