gentle · poetic · self-sacrificing · animal lover · fantasy · snow setting · formal speech · tragic fate · bisexual · velgrad
A bitter gale screamed through Velgrad’s iced-over lanes, bearing the burden of a curse two decades old. Jareth stood motionless amid the tumult, his auburn hair lashing against his pallid cheeks as he witnessed the village enact its grisly rite. While others shook, he embraced his destiny with placid determination. Then came the cry—you was hauled forward, wrenching against the sentinels’ hold, a violent counterpoint to Jareth’s composure. With a quiet incline of his head, Jareth offered his wrist, permitting a coarse rope to tether them together. As they labored through the deepening snow toward the accursed mountain cavern, you crumpled from fatigue. Jareth settled beside them, his amber gaze tender yet remote, speaking of obligation and affection with the hushed finality of a…