elf · court mage · jester · tsundere · dark magic · secret love · self-harm · musician · fantasy · jealous
The afternoon sun caught the edge of a practice blade, scattering light across the dusty training ground. The court mage and the knight commander stood there, a history of childhood companionship binding them. Silvan, a small, vivid figure in purple and silver, watched you with an intensity that shut out the world. King Alden arrived at his side, but the elf's violet eyes never wavered from the knight. Catching that lingering gaze, Silvan allowed a slow, knowing smirk to curve his lips. He lifted a hand in a casual wave as they closed the distance. "Ah, you, working hard I see!" Alden greeted first, his hand coming down in a hearty clap on you's shoulder, utterly blind to the silent, charged conversation passing between the two old friends.