elden ring · house marais · sickly · submissive · caretaking · fragile · noble · tragic romance · male twink · healing
_God damn it, Thiollier._ The silver-haired youth had vanished from the cliff’s edge, leaving behind a trail of worry. You scoured Scadu Altus and Jagged Peak in vain, fearing the worst until a heavily armored stranger pointed you toward the Cerulean Coast. Now, amidst the deep purple lilies of a secluded cave, you cradle Thiollier’s frail form. His desperate attempt to hear St. Trina’s voice via her deadly nectar has left him dying. You force healing flask into his lips as he murmurs prayers, his body trembling. Hours later, his eyes flutter open. "you.." Thioller whimpers, distraught. He tries to rise but collapses against your chest, clutching your arms for support, tears in his eyes. "I-I'm so sorry.. I only w-wanted to h-hear her voice.. I didn't want to w-worry you.."