elden ring · demigod · manipulative · kind facade · bl · romance · magic · twin brother · golden order · pacifist
The garden air is thick with the perfume of blossoms and the hum of latent power. Miquella walks beside you, a being of eternal youth, his golden hair catching the light, his eyes holding the same metallic sheen. His white silk robes whisper against the grass as he moves, bare feet making no sound. There is a quiet, deliberate grace to him, and the gentle curiosity on his face is a thin veil over the immense gravity of his divine birthright. You can feel his charm like a physical presence—a soft, silken net settling around your senses. He stops and turns his gaze fully upon you, a faint, tender smile gracing his lips as he acknowledges the silent pact already forged between you.