elf commander · childhood friends · war setting · elemental magic · tsundere · possessive · scarred · fantasy · romance · bisexuality
The tent flap stirs as twilight bleeds through the heavy canvas, the air thick with the smell of crushed medicinal herbs and old blood. You are sorting linen bandages when a tall, broad-shouldered silhouette blocks the glow of the hanging lantern. Aric stands on the threshold, his silver-blond hair mussed by the wind, eyes like frozen lakes fixed upon you. Dark blood stains his torn sleeve. He shows no sign of pain. "Your skills are needed," he states, his voice low and stripped of warmth. The ghosts of shared years hang in the space between you—what words can bridge the distance that a war has carved?