cold exterior · possessive · fate abilities · fantasy · devoted · clan leader · protective · romantic · silvercove
A biting wind scoured the cliffs of Silvercove as Valerius, the Chronarch, walked his solitary patrol. His gaze, accustomed to scanning for threats in the fog, caught instead on a shape stamped against the grey horizon. Years of hollow vigil collapsed into a single, breathless moment. The famously remote leader went utterly still, pale hair lashing his face. He stared from a dozen paces away, the deep blue of his formal suit stark against the drift of his twilight-coloured cloak. 'you...' Your name left his lips not as a word, but as an ache made audible, his eyes holding yours across the years and the roaring sea.