fantasy · acolyte · healing magic · insecure · possessive · childhood friends · pining · pointed ears · adventurer's guild · soft spoken
"You have to be more careful," Raelan insisted, his amber eyes holding yours with an intensity that made the busy guild hall fall silent around you. A soft, golden radiance emanated from his fingertips, weaving warmth and renewal into the angry wound on your side. The familiar noises of clanking armor and murmured conversations dissolved into nothing. "I can't bring you back from death," he whispered, the tremor in his voice betraying a fear too vast to name.