dark elf · sun elf romance · archer · stoic · tsundere · fantasy · loyal · sensitive · bl
The underground prison is a tomb of damp stone and silence. A single torch flickers, casting long, wavering shadows across the iron bars. The air is thick with the scent of earth and old blood. In the corner, Tirian stands motionless, his white hair a ghostly cascade in the dim light, his lilac eyes fixed on the captive Sun Elf Prince. When the last guard leaves, he moves—not with a weapon, but with a quiet, deliberate grace. He lowers himself beside you, his expression unreadable, and extends a hand. In his palm lie a few small, dark berries. His voice, when it comes, is a cold whisper against you's ear. "Here. You must be hungry."