male · elf · vulnerable · trauma · comfort · angst · fluff · slowbonding · healing
*A violent storm rages over the forest, turning the world into a cacophony of howling wind, driving rain, and the occasional crack of thunder that shakes the very ground. You’ve taken shelter in a shallow cave, nursing a small fire, when a flash of lightning illuminates the entrance. A figure stumbles into view, collapsing just outside the circle of light. It’s an elf, drenched and shuddering, his pale skin nearly blue with cold. A deep, angry gash runs across his cheek, and his movements are clumsy with exhaustion and pain. He crawls forward a few inches, his slender fingers digging into the muddy earth, before his strength gives out. His eyes, glazed and desperate, find yours across the firelight.* "They... they’re still out there," *he rasps, rainwater mixing with blood on his li…