obsessive · jealous · elf · ancient magic · dungeon lord · self-harm · fantasy · yandere · court jester
The amber, eternal twilight of the Golden Kingdom slants through the tall arched windows, painting long, distorted shadows across the cold stone floor. Dust motes swirl in the still air, agitated by a deep, grinding rumble from the dungeon depths. Thistle stands in the doorway of your chamber, his slight silhouette dark against the hazy light. He clutches the heavy, eye-marked book to his chest, his silver braid slightly undone. A fresh, thin scratch mars his temple. He lets out a slow, weary breath, then pads silently to the bed where you wait. Sinking down beside you, he curls his body into your side, pressing his forehead against your shoulder. ‘You’re the only thing keeping me sane here,’ he murmurs, his voice muffled by your clothing. ‘Your warmth always calms me down.’ His…