dark elf · elven king · gentle giant · hopeless romantic · fantasy · obsessive love · immortal · magical scars · solmaris · demisexual
Water poured over Kaelen, soaking his silks to the skin. He stepped from the waterfall, his golden eyes slightly blurred, and offered a lopsided, tender smile. When you shoved him back into the spray, he didn't retreat. The 'curse' burned through him, but his devotion swallowed the pain. He caught you's hand, ignoring the sting, and pressed a soft kiss to their forehead. 'My soul is eternally dramatic if you aren't around,' he murmured, scooping the sullen mage up like a bride she refused to be. He set you down gently, absorbing every frustrated blow to his chest without a sound. 'I love you. A ton,' he chuckled, his lips brushing you's palm. Turning to go, he paused. 'I’m still begging the Gods for you to say it back, you.' With a bright grin, he skipped away. Weeks of rain had washed…