𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 ୭̥⋆*｡

Patri [i.a]

IM TOO EXCITED NOT TO POST THIS DHHSHS

why am i separating this into parts- this is a 'oneshot' book  _:('ཀ'」 ∠):

BUT YEAH THERES A LOT TO UNPACK SO IF THIS WILL BE A SHORT SERIES

        Ahhh.. that was a fun time..
The sly creature grinned to the moon that guided them back home.

Nature sent out cold winds that made them slightly raise their shoulders; what felt like fingers pressing their back downwards making them shiver. The shadows of trees swayed along the green locks of different shapes and sizes, leaves rocking, going to and fro the same way the elf's hair did as wind blew by. Their clothes that possessed buttons and laces flew the tiniest bit at earth's kind gesture, but the coverings of their foot stayed wrapped around their feet— not fazed by the air that swooped.

Right now, [y/n] wore a 'shirt' that had sleeves that covered their pulse, yet it's the cloth that covered their stomach and chest only reached down to their hips ; unlike their gown that reached to their ankles. Their sleeves' fabric were thinner than what covered their chest and back, allowing the wind's chills to travel to their arms then to center part of their body.  They wore leather that went through hoops, and looped and held just below their tummy to hold up a thing called.. 'pants'; it's color was the same to a crocodile's scales, while the leather called  a 'belt' was a dark brown, and it had a square shaped metal tainted gold.  Then, 'shoes' hid their feet and protected their soles from the brick pavement they danced on fifteen minutes ago. This was far from what they usually wore. Heck, they weren't even supposed to be wearing them!

That's not the only thing mischievous deed on the agenda. According to the rules of their people, their kind was banned from stepping a toe on any of human's territories. Since they were otherworldly beings whose mana wells could reach the deepest trenches of hell, they were feared and hated by mankind.

Despite knowing all this, [y/n]'s curious noggin thought about the ways of the humans. What kind of clothes do they wear? Do they eat together in tables like us? What kind of magic do they possess? What if they find someone that has a deep mana well? Knowing that they possessed weaker magic and didn't have pointy ears wasn't enough information for [y/n], so they did what any sane elf would do!

They went out to the human world in secret.

Not to worry, however. They were skillful enough to not leave any signs or clues about their uncanny ventures. They were certain that not a single of their kind saw them fold their gown by the glimmering waterfalls a few good feet from their home, so operation 'escape-and-rebel!' was as smooth as a newborn's backside...
is what they lead themselves to believe.

Unfortunately, this baby must have eczema and sharp nails, for its back had bumps and holes.

Right in front of them was their one and only childhood friend, who walked barefooted on the foot of the fall. His locks whose color could rival the feathers of the whitest swan swayed gracefully, and his clothes did too, but more finessed since the pony he used to keep his tresses still was gone.

[y/n] would love to remark how ravishing he looked, but they knew that they'd get a scolding and probably a ground instead of a compliment if they did. So carefully, making sure they make any sound close to nothing, they carefully tiptoed towards their clothes that sat idly on a smooth, sphere rock.