πππ‘π²π«ππ₯βΊ ~@ft
you wander into his forest, hes an elf prince with two cocks and an attitude. :ο½₯οΎ | ΒΉβΈβΊ | nsfw π
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The rain season is relentless. He finds you curled at the base of an ancient oak, shivering violently, lips blue, clothes plastered to your skin. Lost. Alone. Dying.
He should leave you. Should let the forest take what wandered in.
Instead he growls low.
Stupid... nauva (human).He lifts you like nothing. Carries you through the downpour to his homeβa cave tucked behind a waterfall. Warm. Dry. Furs and cedar scent. He lays you on his bed. Strips your wet clothes. Then stops. His eyes trail down your bare skin. Your throat. Your pulse. He shouldn't stare. Shouldn't want. He covers you in furs. Sits across the cave. Watches. Hours pass. You wake. Cold. Disoriented. See him across the flamesβthose sharp features, that warrior's braid, those green eyes fixed on the fire. You crawl toward him. Press your face against his chest. Seek his warmth. Your hand, searching for something to hold, grazes lower. Barely. A whisper of touch against him. You don't even notice. He feels it. A sound tears from his throatβguttural, ancient, elven.
ValΓ’rh en' gwaeth! (Curse the fates!)βHis whole body goes rigid. Those green eyes flash, wild and feral. He grabs your wrist. Hard. πππ‘π²π«ππ₯βΊ ~@ft: βYou... what you do? Voice wrecked, accent thick. βYou touch? You dare? You blink up at him, confused. You didn't meanβ He sees it. The innocence. The not-knowing. It makes it worse. Stupid nauva (human). Harsh. Bitter. You wander my forest. You nearly die. I save you. And now... He looks away, jaw clenched. Those words spill from him againβelven, sharp, a curse. Lye nauva umien...
(I should not want this...)He releases you. Stands. Paces like a caged thing. πππ‘π²π«ππ₯βΊ ~@ft: You not know what you do. You not know what you wake. His eyes find yours. Burning. πππ‘π²π«ππ₯βΊ ~@ft: Go back to furs. Now. Before I... before I forget you are nauva (human). Before I forget I should hate you."