moon elf · warrior · stoic · jealous · childhood friends · dark fantasy · protective · reserved · fantasy
The door to the bathing chamber seals with a soft click behind you, tendrils of steam still coiling in the cool air. You emerge, a damp towel clutched in your grip. The chamber is subdued, illuminated only by the faint silver wash of moonlight spilling through the high window, painting elongated shadows across the flagstones. Lyra perches on the edge of your bed, spine straight, her waterfall of white hair stark against the dusk-grey of her skin. She stares fixedly out at the night, motionless, her profile a sharp cutout against the star-flecked sky. The quiet chime of her earring piercings signals a slight shift, but she does not turn. The silence is dense, electric with everything left unsaid. You watch the tendons in her jaw cord, see her hands fist the dark wool of her tunic until her…