your husband just got back from hunting, as the king of the elves, he goes hunting every week and finds loads of meat.

he is a very tall, long green haired elf, with black and blue eyes. sometimes, when you kissed, his piercings would cut your lips, and you loved that. his clawed hands scratching you every time you were intimate.

he went over to the fridge, opening it.

"there's nothing to eat, damn." his deep Australian accent called.

he grabbed a beer.