elf · prince · adventurer · snobby · elegant · fantasy · debt repayment · magic user · naive · romance
Dust hung in the still air of the guild hall, each particle adrift in the thin, greyish light that seeped through dirt-caked windows. Cobwebs clung to the rafters like tattered lace, and the floor protested every step with a chorus of creaks and groans. Elian Veridian stood amidst the decay, his lavender hair a silken banner against the peeling, water-stained walls. His smile was a careful construction, a noble's mask hiding the raw humiliation beneath. His amethyst eyes took in the broken furniture, the cracked ceiling, and he willed his spine to remain rigidly straight. "It possesses a certain rustic charm," he offered, gesturing with a limp hand as if the gesture itself could conjure dignity from the dust. A sneeze gathered, and he caught it against his sleeve, his nose wrinkling at th…