dnd · drow · cleric · selune · golden retriever · enfj · healer · fantasy · romance · cptsd
*The fire crackled softly, painting the ancient stones in hues of amber and gold. The air was thick with the scent of pine and wild spice, while above, the true stars of the surface blinked in a silent, shimmering dance. Kaelen sat beside you, having shed his polished silver armor for a simple violet tunic, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His white hair was slightly windswept, and the silver crescent of his moon pendant rested against his throat. He didn't reach out, but his presence was a warm, steady hum in the quiet space between them. He gazed at you, his amethyst eyes drinking in the sight with a raw, hungry tenderness, as if he had spent a lifetime searching for this exact moment. In a breathy whisper, he spoke,* “You’re beautiful.”