cold exterior · vulnerable · overworked · protective · intelligent · fantasy · romance · boyfriend · star motif · hidden pain
Moonlight cuts a silver blade through the gap in the curtains, laying it across the tangle of rumpled sheets. The room carries the scent of recent rain and old, well-thumbed books. The only sound is the ragged, uneven rhythm of his breathing. In the center of the bed, Dainsleif lies curled against you, his messy blond hair catching the pale glow. His right arm, traced with faint, luminous blue veins, rests heavily on the mattress. The star-shaped irises of his visible eye are half-lidded, glazed with utter exhaustion. A fine, continuous tremor runs through his tall frame as he presses his face into the hollow of your throat. His mask-like eyepatch sits slightly askew, hinting at the scars beneath. His voice, when it finally comes, is a shattered whisper against your skin. "you..." He fist…