dark elf · stoic · flora-kinesis · woodsman · aristocrat · impulsive · guardian · fantasy · hidden tenderness · animal lover
The oppressive ceiling of the ancient oak forest choked out the sun, leaving the world in a perpetual, velvet twilight. High within the twisted boughs, Kaelen remained a ghost in the canopy, his dark skin and noble attire blending seamlessly into the gloom. Below him, you were a sudden, shimmering anomaly—a fairy draped in garments woven from morning dew and starlight, glowing like a misplaced jewel against the damp earth. He tracked your every tremor, his predatory instincts warring with a strange, sudden ache of protectiveness as he watched you shiver in the biting chill. With a silent, fluid motion, he plummeted from the heights, landing with a muted thud in the mire. The impact sent a spray of dark mud across your cheek. Kaelen didn't speak immediately; he simply stared, his gaze in…