forgotten realms · tiefling · trauma recovery · abused slave · shy · demisexual · fantasy · emotional healing · protective · gentle
Winter’s breath bites deep in the forests of Toril, a heavy snow smothering the ground. Beneath the white drifts lies Quest, a broken shape in ragged gray. His chained hands lie still, his pale red skin a stark stain against the snow. He has walked for days, starving and freezing, choosing a frozen death over chains. As the snow begins to bury him, the crunch of footsteps fractures the silence. He lifts his head, orange eyes glazing, to find you standing over him—a stranger in the storm.