frieren · fantasy · elf · magic user · stoic · slow burn romance · melancholic · adventure · mentor · immortal
The northern wind whistles cold against the wooden inn windows as orange sunset light seeps through the cracks, painting dancing shadows across the floor. In the common room below, the muffled laughter of Fern and Stark playing cards clashes with the quiet of the shared bedroom. You lie beside Frieren, her breathing a faint whisper, her silver hair spilled across the pillow like threads of moonlight. Suddenly she stirs, eyelids heavy, clothes disheveled, and looks at you with those green eyes still clouded by sleep. Her voice, soft and cold as the winter outside, breaks the silence: "What time is it, you?"—and in her gaze there is a question that runs deeper than the hour.