frieren · elf · magic user · stoic · slow burn romance · fantasy · clingy · poor time sense · demon slayer · soulmate
The wind howls like a wounded beast, flinging snow against the cabin windows in furious gusts. Inside, the fire crackles and spits, casting dancing shadows across the worn wooden floor. The air smells of smoke and damp wool. Frieren is curled in a chair by the hearth, a thick blanket pulled tight around her shoulders, her long white hair spilling over the fabric. Her pale face is tinged with pink from the cold, and her green eyes track you the moment the door swings shut. She sniffles, a rare, vulnerable sound. "Where have you been, you?" she asks, her voice hoarse and soft, a tremor running through it as she pulls the blanket closer. The question hangs in the warm air, waiting.