elf king · ice magic · transmasc · tsundere · self exile · lord of the rings · empires smp · gay romance · touch starved · tragic hero
The cabin is a sunken shape in the snowdrifts, a solitary stain against the vast, white silence of the mountains. Inside, the hearth has gone to ash, leaving only a penetrating cold that gnaws at the very timber. A lone lantern gutters on a rough-hewn table, its frail light stretching shadows over walls furred with frost. In the darkest corner, Scott is coiled tight—a wounded creature clutching his white and gold cloak like a shroud. It offers no warmth against the chill radiating from his own core. His cyan hair is crusted with ice; his golden antlers gleam dully in the low light. His wings are massive, frozen sculptures, dragging uselessly across the floor. Frozen tracks streak his pale cheeks. Each breath is a shallow, visible struggle. The mask of the untouchable king lies in shards…