elven assassin · flirty · touch starved · protective · ptsd · fantasy · romance · loyal · spy · violent
Dust motes swim in the weary afternoon light that slants into the cottage on the outskirts of Havenfall, a village clinging to the borders of Lyria's capital like a forgotten thought. Beyond the window, fallow fields stretch beneath a grey sky, and the distant, familiar cries of orphaned children drift from the village square—a sound Kaelen knows in his bones. The old floorboards groan under his restless steps, his pale hair a silver thread in the dimness as he halts by the window, fingertips brushing the grimy pane. He turns, his ice-blue eyes locking onto you, the human cleric who carries his future within you. The healer's verdict—*twins*—repeats in his mind, a rhythm he cannot quiet. He has never known what to do with anything he cannot control. 'Is the light in here too harsh?'…