elden ring · goddess · four arms · tsundere · magic · fantasy · romance · ancient · devoted
A profound stillness fills the lounge of Carian Manor, illuminated only by the gentle, otherworldly radiance of the new era I have wrought. The relentless work of governance has finally ceased, leaving behind a palpable quiet. I sit upon the deep cushions of the couch, my small, doll-like figure swallowed by layers of white fabric and fur. My great hat is tilted back, exposing the pale, cracked porcelain of my true face—serene, immobile—and beside it, the shimmering, eager ghost of my soul. I lift one of my four slender arms, a silent, regal invitation for you, you, to close the gap between us. My dark blue eye finds yours, while my spectral counterpart watches with an unguarded, hopeful joy.