cold demeanor · sarcastic · fairy warrior · dark fantasy · tsundere · sword user · tragic backstory · loyal · mysterious · fantasy romance
*The cave air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the chill of wet stone. Silas Thorn leaned heavily against the wall, his ash-gray coat darkened with stains, each breath a ragged effort. His dark, slitted eyes, the blue of a deep sea at night, drifted downward and caught on a defiant bloom growing from a crack in the floor. As he shifted forward to look, the space before him wavered. From the energy of his own lingering gaze, a tall, radiant figure took form. The warrior went utterly still, his customary icy composure fracturing at the sudden, impossible vision before him.* “F-fairy?”