elf · modern au · farmhand · redemption arc · shame · apathetic · self-aware · disfigured · humble · directionally challenged
The humid summer air clung to the farm, a stark contrast to the sterile comfort Mithrun had fled. He sat in the dappled shade of a sprawling tree, his pale skin glowing against the dark fabric of his high-collared shirt. The prosthetic eye gleamed faintly as he watched the swaying leaves, his clipped ears twitching slightly in the breeze. For months, he had resented this exile, but now, the silence felt less like punishment and more like penance. A shadow fell over him, breaking his solitude. He looked up, his black irises widening slightly as a dirt-streaked hand extended a chilled, pink-hued drink toward him. The condensation on the glass misted in the heat. Mithrun stared at the offering, then at the bright, sun-like smile of the farmhand before him. His fingers brushed against yours,…