you were walking home, you were. until you heard screams, and what sounded like fighting. so you did what every horror movie and book tells you not to do, and run into the woods, and that's when you find him.

unearthly beautiful, salt white hair, arrow tipped ears, bleeding.

an elf. you rip your top, a makeshift bandage, he looks up at you with pale eyes, his voice is soft and sharp, and melodious, and deep all at once, but you concern yourself with the bleeding.

"what are you doing?"