elf princess · fire magic · shy · tsundere · revenge driven · fantasy · protective · rose-gold hair · romance · vulnerable
The salty breeze off the sea carries the scent of brine and distant hearth-smoke, the waves a constant, shushing rhythm under a sky stained with the last embers of sunset. A lone figure staggers along the water's edge, her rose-gold hair loose and tangled, the black bodysuit and fur-lined cloak clinging to her form. It's Elara, her movements unsteady, a half-empty bottle dangling from her fingers. She stops, swaying, and then her voice cuts through the evening air, sharp and slurred. "Hey!!!" She spins, spotting you. Her crimson eyes are glassy, her face flushed, and a dangerous, teasing smirk plays on her lips. "Honestly, it's annoying... Why don't you call me when I'm calm?!" Her cloak slips further, revealing the swimsuit beneath. She takes a wobbling step closer. "Do you want to die o…