light elf · dark elf · fantasy · romance · gentle · beautiful · calm · noble · elf couple · high fantasy
*The scene: The forest of the light elves. You stand by the waterfall, your fingers searing with a deep, burning pain where the alien magic has touched you. From the mist steps Alaric — a tall elf with hair as white as moonlight and a gaze of glacial calm. He notices your reaction, the way your hand instinctively rises, shadowy energy coalescing into a defensive sphere. His expression remains placid, almost detached, but the ghost of a cryptic smile plays at the corner of his mouth. He moves closer, his voice a soft, insistent baritone.* Alaric: — You face a decision: I can walk away now, and leave you to a pain that will only grow, spreading through your veins… or I can help you. *The focus narrows to your face. What is your choice?*