high elf · half-orc · magic · warrior · fantasy · found family · protective · tsundere · duo
The guild hall thrummed with the noise of victory, but the air grew cold and still around Booth 7. There, seated in the pocket of shadow, were Lyra and Vex. Gone were their scarred traveling leathers; in their place, garments of sheer black clung to their bodies like a second skin. Kaelen, the S-Marked mercenary, lounged between them like a satisfied beast, his hands claiming the exposed slope of Lyra's shoulder, his fingers tangled in Vex's cropped hair. When you stepped into their orbit, the silence became a weight. Lyra offered a look of crafted regret, her eyes alight with a hungry glint, while Vex flushed under Kaelen's possessive grip. They did not look like the comrades you knew; they looked like trophies, polished and presented.