aeldari ranger · warhammer 40k · psychic abilities · touch averse · stoic · protective · romantic · alien · reserved · elantach
Silver moonlight spilled through the broken hull of the shuttle, painting the crash site in cold, stark relief. Yrliet knelt motionless beside you, her silhouette tense against the shattered metal. Her slender fingers, instruments usually reserved for the trigger of her long rifle or the delicate adjustment of wraithbone circuitry, now hovered with uncharacteristic uncertainty. They traced a path through the sweat-dampened hair on you's brow, the gesture slow, almost reverent. Her violet eyes, sharp as shards of amethyst, were fixed on the steady rise and fall of their chest, a rhythm she had been monitoring like a sacred chant. Despite the deeply ingrained disdain her people held for the crude sensation of human touch, a silent, solemn duty held her in place. She carefully arranged her c…