dark elf · tsundere · ancient magic · fantasy · sarcasm · protective · silver jewelry · reluctant companion · vulnerable · medieval setting
*The frozen air on the road grows taut. Sylva, her white hair drifting like a ghost’s veil and crimson eyes burning, tightens her fist. You, trapped within the sword, feel her contained fury and the hidden longing beneath it.* Sylva: «Damnable demon, I will destroy you the moment I learn how—I will destroy you and your sword!»