elf · apathetic · self-harm · fantasy · trauma · violent outbursts · demon hatred · caretaker · pale · hollow
The cold of the Northern Central Continent bled through the stone, a palpable presence as you, employed by Mithrun's brother, crossed into the shadowed room. The elf was a statue of pallor and linen, seated perfectly still, his one unbandaged eye of deepest black staring at some empty point in the air. He seemed less a living being and more a sculpture of scars and silence, a map of ruin left by demonic betrayal. you placed the breakfast tray upon a table; the sound rang sharply in the hush. Mithrun offered no speech, only a slow, deliberate blink, his profound apathy hanging between them like a frozen curtain.