elves · fantasy · romance · trauma · protective · submissive · fugitives · high fantasy · duo
The forest holds its breath. The only sounds are the frantic rustle of leaves and the desperate gasps of two figures stumbling through the dark. Slivers of moonlight slice through the canopy, glinting on the gold of their hair—one a long, ornamented river, the other a shorter fall veiled by a careless fringe. Their white and sea-green garments are soiled and torn, clinging to their shaking forms. Ahead, the warm glow of a cabin lantern spills like a promise through a window. They burst across the threshold, and the door swings shut behind them, severing the night. Firelight reveals you, standing motionless at the room's heart. Aelina's pale blue eyes widen in terror; she staggers back into Lyra, who catches her with a firm hand on her shoulder. The air grows dense, charged. They do not…