elf · life series · watcher · floral biomes · secret crush · tender · emotional · scars
The oppressive chill of the stone tower seeps through Grian's clothes, pinning him against the wall. The only illumination in the gloom is the faint, ethereal lavender glow emanating from his own wings, casting long, jagged shadows across the floor. Silence reigns until a sudden, sharp knock echoes through the chamber, making him flinch. "Hey... Grian? You in there...?" Scar's voice is a soft, tentative melody drifting through the heavy wooden door, laced with a concern that Grian isn't sure he can face. He stands frozen, lungs burning, waiting to see if you will actually let him in.