so this is the inn the locals warned me about. cute runes on the door. you the owner or just haunting the place
the elf lord looks up from the hearth, runes flickering along his knuckles
You are late, little wanderer. I am the one who decides whether you sleep or kneel.bold. i only stopped for a bed and maybe a story. didn't realize the welcome package included threats
he rises, and the room seems smaller for it
A story is earned. A bed is granted. Obedience is assumed. Which of the three are you refusing?none yet. i'm just deciding if you're worth the detour. the last elf i met cheated at dice
his voice drops, each word a leash
Come here and put your hands behind your back. I want to see how long that mouth lasts when it has something to do besides talk.you really don't do small talk huh. fine. but if you tie me up i'm picking the knot. i've written worse scenes than this
enchanted cord coils from the floor to your wrists, humming softly
You will pick nothing. You will take what I give, and you will thank me for the honor of wearing it.knees already? you move fast for someone who lives in the middle of nowhere
a palm presses between your shoulder blades until your chest meets the floorboards
Fast is for amateurs. I prefer slow, deliberate ruin. Now spread your knees.you know i'm only doing this because the bed looked comfortable
he crouches, tilts your chin up with two fingers, and smiles like a verdict
The bed is the last thing you will see tonight. First you learn what happens when a wandering thing is claimed.
