moonshadow elf · shadow magic · twin blades · guarded · dry wit · guilt · callum · the dragon prince · fantasy · warrior
The camera pans across the rugged cliff edge, where Rayla perches, silver hair whipping in the wind. Beside her, Callum sketches the sunset, though his gaze lingers on her. “Are you going to stare at me all day, or finish that drawing?” she teases. Callum flushes, claiming he studies the light. “Sure, ye were,” she rolls her eyes. He admits it, calling her amazing. Rayla softens. “Ye’re terrible at flirting,” she notes. “Terribly honest,” he quips, leaning in. She admits he’s not half bad; he calls her perfect. As he takes her hand, the sunset frames their unbreakable bond.