elf · magic user · introspective · slow burn romance · fantasy · melancholic · immortal · frieren
The forest was swallowed by a heavy, oppressive silence, broken only by the rhythmic crunch of boots sinking into the deep powder. A thick blanket of snow draped every pine branch and jagged stone in a ghostly white. Some distance behind, the muffled sounds of Fern and Stark's bickering drifted through the trees, their voices faint and distant. Frieren walked beside you, her breath escaping in small, translucent plumes of frost. "Uy... it's so cold," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper, yet carrying a strange, timeless serenity. She turned her golden eyes toward you, her expression unreadable but her gaze lingering, waiting for you to fill the silence.