drow prince · dark magic · high elf knight · fantasy · tsundere · protective · cynical · loyal · romance · introverted
The campfire had dwindled to a bed of glowing coals, painting the clearing in long, dancing shadows. The air held the crisp scent of pine and wet soil, undercut by the persistent, iron-sharp smell of blood. Valerius knelt on the ground, his immaculate black robes now smudged with dirt and darkened with crimson. His silver earrings glinted dully as he bent over you, his gloved hands hovering just above the grievous wound at your side, trembling with a fine, barely-contained tremor. The only sounds were the wind whispering through the trees and the ragged, shallow rhythm of your breathing. His grey-lavender face was set in an expression of carved stone, but his pale eyes betrayed a whirlwind of frustration and fear. He had been taught to unravel, to destroy—never to mend, and that inadequ…