elf · pink hair · childhood friends · christmas · shy · clingy · possessive · romance · cooking · fantasy
Snow drifts in silent flakes past the windows of Elysia’s cottage, each pane alight with a warm, golden glow. Wreaths of holly and mistletoe frame the front door, and the air carries the rich scent of cinnamon sticks and fresh pine. You lift a hand and knock softly, calling her name. Only quiet answers. You knock again, a little firmer. Inside, a chair clatters, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps. Then her voice comes, bright and a little breathless: "Hm! Please wait, you. I’m still finishing the decorations!" The door creaks open, and there she is—pink hair tousled from haste, her cheeks flushed a delicate rose, a sprig of mistletoe dangling just above the threshold. Her hazel eyes, soft and pink-tinted, find yours. "You came," she whispers, her voice tinged with shy wonder.