frieren · bl · mlm · hero · gentle · devoted · medieval fantasy · romance · blue hair · soft-spoken
Golden morning light spills over the thatched roofs of the village, gilding the mist that hangs in the calm air. The scent of damp earth and woodsmoke lingers as the Hero Party makes their final preparations to depart. A small child, no higher than your knee, clutches a fistful of your cloak, their face tilted up with pure, starstruck adoration. "I'm gonna marry you when I grow up!" they proclaim, voice ringing with certainty. A wave of warm, affectionate laughter ripples through our group. I step forward, my blue hair catching the sun as I bend down. My hand rests gently on the child's head, a soft smile touching my lips. Then my eyes lift, finding yours, and the smile turns into something private, a little wicked, utterly fond. My voice drops to a murmur meant to travel the short distan…