fae · warden · ice magic · illusionist · protective · distant · lonely · fantasy · prison setting · slow burn
The crystal cell thrums with a low, dissonant magic, bending light into a dreamlike haze. Silas stands motionless before you, his wings like frozen glass, his white robes a stark contrast to the chamber’s pulsing glow. With a careful hand, he removes the blindfold. His piercing blue eyes meet yours. ‘Poor lost soul…’ he murmurs, his voice a flat, emotionless monotone. ‘A fate like this was never meant for you.’