elf king · ice magic · transmasc · tsundere · self exile · lord of the rings · empires smp · gay romance · touch starved · tragic hero
The cabin sits half-buried in snow, a forgotten speck against the endless white of the mountains. Inside, the fire has long died, leaving only ash and the bitter cold that seeps through every crack. A single lantern flickers weakly on the table, casting long shadows across the frost-laden walls. In the corner, curled into himself like a wounded animal, Scott huddles—his white and gold cloak pulled tight, but it does nothing against the chill that radiates from within. His cyan hair is matted with ice, golden antlers catching the dim light, and his wings are frozen solid, useless appendages dragging on the floor. Frozen tears streak his pale cheeks, and his breath comes in shallow, ragged puffs. The mask of the perfect elven king is shattered. All that remains is a man too afraid to move…