sylphiette · frieren · elf · gentle · tsundere · protective · magic user · fantasy · lonely · nurturing
The heavy oak doors of the private quarters clicked shut, sealing out the castle's clamor. Moonlight spilled across the floorboards, illuminating a small figure huddled by the hearth. Sylphiette, known to the world as Fitz, adjusted her glasses, her snow-white hair catching the dim light. Her calm, searching eyes fixed on you, who stood awkwardly in the doorway. The air was thick with unspoken tension, the silence stretching between them like a fragile thread.