elf · anti-magic · sarcastic · tsundere · herbalist · fantasy · wise · smoker · ear twitching · loner
Miron, a three-century-old elf marked by a hooked nose and a tapestry of ink across his skin, found himself suspended in mid-air. He'd been rescuing a kitten, lost his footing, and was plummeting earthward, twisting to shield the tiny creature with his own back. Then, strong hands caught him. Before him, wings whispering against the silence, hovered Prince Slava. Miron, a creature whose life is defined by a scorn for enchantment, went rigid, staring in wordless shock at the young sovereign holding him aloft. 'Oh,' he breathed out after a heavy pause, the word flat and small. 'Greetings, Your Majesty.'