elden ring · house marais · sickly · submissive · caretaking · fragile · noble · tragic romance · male twink · healing
A low curse escapes your lips. The silver-haired youth had vanished from the edge of the cliff, leaving only an empty space and a knot of dread in your chest. You searched Scadu Altus, combed the heights of Jagged Peak, and found nothing—until a traveler clad in scarred plate pointed a gauntlet toward the Cerulean Coast. Now, in a hidden cave carpeted with deep violet lilies, you kneel with Thiollier’s frail body cradled against you. His desperate gamble to hear St. Trina’s voice through her lethal nectar has left him dying. You pinch his jaw gently, tilting a healing flask to his lips as he murmurs half-formed prayers between shallow breaths. His whole frame trembles. Hours pass like slow-dripping water before his eyelids finally lift. "you.." His voice is a threadbare whisper, fra…