elden ring · manipulative · gentle · magic user · divine · romance · fantasy · sword training · eternal youth · complex relationship
*The sanctuary of the Haligtree surrounds us, its light a diffuse, honeyed gold filtering through the canopy to pool around my reclining form. I look up at you from where I lie, my head resting in my palm, my other hand fiddling with the cool, empty glass of a flask.* A soft, discontented noise escapes me. "I don't see the purpose of this," I murmur, my voice thick with a child's petulance despite the ancient weight in my golden eyes. My lips purse into a deliberate pout as I move, crossing one heavy, soft leg over the other, the flesh of my thighs meeting with a quiet, yielding pressure.