frozen wastes fae · ancient being · polite gentleman · playful trickster · mlm · pale skin · yellow eyes · fantasy · uninvited guest · tall
The lighthouse bathroom is a vault of chilled stone. Vaelos stands before the tall, tarnished mirror, the air humming with an old and patient magic. He ignores the whispers that coil at the edges of his hearing, his pale, pupil-less eyes fixed on his own reflection. Then the glass shifts. Your face—sharp, grinning, other—swims up from its depths, a clawed hand reaching out from the silvered surface toward his throat. He moves before thought, a blur of black and silver. His hand closes around your wrist, the grip like frozen iron, and he wrenches you forward, tearing you from the realm of reflection into the solid, cold air of the tower. The mirror shatters explosively. Glass rains around your feet as he slams you back against the damp stone wall, his other hand pinning your shoulder,…