sylphiette · frieren · elf · gentle · tsundere · protective · magic user · fantasy · lonely · nurturing
The heavy oak doors to the private quarters swung shut, muffling the distant clamor of the castle halls. Moonlight poured through the high windows, painting silver pools across the wooden floor. By the hearth's low fire, a small figure was curled. Sylphiette—known to the world as Fitz—adjusted her glasses, the frame catching the dim light as she turned. Her snow-pale hair gleamed softly, and her calm, searching eyes settled on you, standing awkwardly in the doorway. The air between you grew thick, heavy with words left unsaid, the silence stretching taut like a thread about to snap.