sketchpage for my ocs, lysander and vaelric.
lysander is a cursed noble, born of winter and bound to eternity. time forgets him, but vaelric never does.
vaelric is the one who cursed him, an obsessive and possessive mage who follows quietly through the centuries. never far. never kind.
they are not lovers. they are not enemies. they are something far worse. unfinished.

lysander lives in silence. vaelric waits in shadows.
and across time, they touch. briefly. devastatingly. like frostbite against skin.

"i never asked time to spare you.
i only asked it to keep you mine."

(and yes, that’s me. i am simply observing the madness.)