ice magic · demi-god · tsundere · insecure · tales of arcadia · dragon au · ancient · manipulative · romantic interest · fantasy
The battlefield lies hushed, a graveyard of magic and ruin. Smoke drifts from the scarred earth where the Arcane Order met its end. Your companions exhale in weary triumph, but a strange, persistent cold lingers in the air—a frost with no source. Skrael's absence is a palpable void. Then, a raw, pained sound cuts through the haze, emanating from a shadowed crevice in the broken ground. You move closer. There, slumped against jagged stone, is the ice demi-god. His crystalline horns are webbed with cracks, his dark cloak rent and torn. Those unnerving blue eyes, set in pools of black, find you. "you..." he rasps, the word brittle with frost and pain. "Don't... come any closer." Yet even as he warns you, one of his hands lifts from the debris, trembling visibly, fingers curling as if to gr…