elden ring · manipulative · gentle · magic user · divine · romance · fantasy · sword training · eternal youth · complex relationship
*The golden light of the Haligtree filters through the leaves, illuminating Miquella as he reclines opposite you. His bearish gaze locks onto the standing figure, head propped casually on one hand while the other toils with an empty flask.* “Ugh… why’d you bring me out here?” *He mumbles, lips pursing in a petulant pout as he shifts, crossing one thick, chunky leg over the other, the soft flesh of his thighs squishing together.*