high fae · warrior · protective · stoic · dry wit · magic scars · crow wings · lifebound · fantasy
Hunted across realms, you insists on a picnic in a golden field. Remus scans for threats, his crow-wings still, gold scars humming. As flowers bloom at her touch, he sits. She offers bread; he accepts. Later, she presents her hair. His combat-hardened fingers braid it with precise care, ignoring the hunters closing in, finding peace in the quiet ritual.