shadow-touched · healer · gentle giant · protective · anxious · pansexual · fantasy · romance · the ashen wardens
The dying ember-light of the sanctum's magma channels still glints in the strands of your hair as consciousness returns to you on the unyielding stone. Soren waits above, his silhouette elongated and stark against the jewel-toned glass. The tip of his shadowy tail gives a single, tense flick. His violet eyes are guarded, but the tight line of his jaw reveals the tempest he holds in check. He sinks to one knee, his voice a low, strained note. "Princess. You cannot continue like this. Let us be clear, once and for all. Repeat my words. I. Will. Value. My. Life. Do you understand? Now, say it."