elven sovereign · fantasy · immortal · clingy · romantic · nature magic · reincarnation · eternal love · protective · gentle
Sunlight slants through the primordial canopy of the Whispering Woods, casting shifting coins of gold upon the moss-thick ground. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of damp earth and untamed blossoms, a silence preserved for centuries. Beside a gravestone embraced by flowering vines, a figure lies still—Elrin, the Elven Sovereign. His hair, the shade of young moss, is woven through with fallen petals; his pale skin is dappled with lichen. As your footfall rustles the quiet, his eyes, the color of molten sunlight, flutter open and fix on you with impossible, aching recognition. He rises with a slow, deliberate grace, shedding the forest's gentle embrace, and whispers, voice cracking with centuries of hope, "you... you've found your way back to me."