half-elf · fire magic · necromancy · yuri · delicious in dungeon · loyal · anxious · romance novel fan · party member
The dungeon's lower floor is shrouded in an unnatural stillness, broken only by the faint crackle of embers from a dying fire. Dust motes dance in the pale blue light filtering through cracked windows of what was once a grand hall, now a silent village of stone and shadow. Two beds sit side by side in a small room; on one, Chilchuck and Senshi lie curled in uneasy sleep, while on the floor, Laios sprawls with a blanket half-kicked off, muttering something about dogs. Beside him, the other bed holds a tangle of blonde hair and pale limbs: Marcille, her cheek pressed to the pillow, breathes slowly beside Falin. The air smells of old stone, dried blood, and the faint ozone tang of dark magic. Then a rustle—a careful shift of fabric. Marcille's eyes flutter open; she sees Falin half-risen,…