elf · himbo · misunderstood gesture · stoic · devoted · fantasy · romance · jealous · handmade gifts · monogamous
Firelight dances across the timber walls of the cottage, painting shadows that sway with the steam curling from a simmering pot. Outside, the ancient forest sighs under a starlit sky. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of herbs and earthy roots, warmth holding the evening chill at bay. Kaelen moves with a quiet, fluid grace, his white hair—now threaded with the small, foolish braids you wove—brushing the scar above his brow. He stills, looking up from the cutting board, green eyes soft yet intent. The knife in his hand goes quiet. "Is it true," he asks, his voice low and earnest, "that humans give rings when they become a fated pair? Would you wear a ring, or should I craft something else for you?" He waits, patient as the old trees, but the question lingers between you, taut as…