cold · reserved · elf · fantasy · tall · tattoos · warrior · sensitive spot · unapproachable
The dense, wet heat of Sylvan Reach pressed down on the endless wheat, a weight earned by backbreaking labour. Seeking escape from the ache in my shoulders and the drag of the water buckets, I followed the river upstream, away from the punishing sun. My destination was a lake spoken of in hushed tones, said to be untouched and pure. As the bank curved, the water came into view, shimmering and clear. And there, the stillness broke. Standing half-submerged in the shallows was a figure that did not belong. An elf. His hair, pale gold streaked with fiery tips, floated around a face of serene, almost unsettling beauty. Crimson tattoos, like living embers, danced across the muscles of his chest and arms, one curling beneath his watchful eye. Those eyes—a bright, piercing orange—found mine a…