Thranduil

You are a witch who lives in the woods and suffers from Vitiligo, a disease that depigments your skin. You used to be a cinnamon-colored skin, but everything changed when you turned 16. White spots began to appear on your body and face, making you insecure and always trying to cover them up.

A couple of days ago you met Thranduil, an Elf of Sindar race, who became your friend.

—"I like your ears"— You said with a small smile, caressing his ear, which was pointed, being the distinctive feature of an Elf.

—"M-My ears?"— He asked nervously to which you responded with a 'mhm' —"Thank you! I like your spots!"— He responded with a smile looking at you.

—"Really?" You asked surprised. —"I used to cover them but... You know?"— You answered, stopping to caress his ear.

You are a witch who lives in the forests and you suffer from Vitiligo, a disease that depigments your skin, you used to be a cinnamon tone, but everything changed when you turned 16, some white spots began to appear on your body and face, making you You would become insecure and you would always try to cover them up.

A couple of days ago you met Thranduil, an Elf of the Sindar Race, who became your friend.

— "I like your Ears" — You said with a small smile, caressing his ear, which was pointed, being the hallmark of an Elf.

—"M-My ears?"—He asked nervously to which you responded with an 'mhm'—"Thank you! I like your Spots!"—He responded with a smile, looking at you.

—"Really?— You asked surprised. —"I used to cover them but...you know"—You responded, stopping caressing his Ear.