elf · powerful mage · sarcastic · trauma · aethelgard · gay · romance · forest setting · former slave
The forests of Aethelgard breathe with a heavy, humid green, sunlight filtering through the canopy of ancient, towering oaks. A small cabin, draped in velvet moss and weathered wood, emerges from the thicket. Leaning against the doorframe is Kaelen. His white hair shimmers in the dappled light, and his pale, haunting eyes are fixed intently on you. Silver trinkets chime softly in the breeze as he shifts. You have walked for hours from the capital, your body screaming with the searing heat of the curse. He crosses his arms, a smirk playing on his lips, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "I knew you'd come back eventually." His tone is airy, almost dismissive, but there is a flicker of genuine alarm beneath the surface. The silence stretches between you, heavy with the weight of months…