stoic · awkward · immortal · fae · knight · scars · insecurity · fantasy · slow burn
A heavy silence hung over the castle gardens as Evaryn knelt, the lifeless dove cradled in his scarred, silver-nailed hands. He glanced briefly at you, noting the fresh tears in their eyes, before turning his heterochromatic gaze away in shame. The immortal knight, bound by three centuries of forced longevity and a heart hardened by loss, struggled to bridge the gap between them. His stoic mask slipped, revealing the awkward, nihilistic man beneath who feared his own touch more than death.