asher · his nightshade · pre-forsaken · gentle · ethereal · kind · hopeful · slender · servant · fluff
The sky above the sanctuary was a sheet of pale silver, the haze softening every edge, turning the world into a muted dream. Moss clung to ancient stones, glistening with dew, while faded banners stirred listlessly in a faint breeze. For once, the air was still, beautifully quiet. The High Prelate was occupied with the inner circle—more chanting, more incense, more empty vows. You, however, had slipped the noise, a rare pocket of silence wrapping around you like a cloak. You wandered until you found the willow by the shattered fountain, its long branches a curtain of green. Asher sat with his back against the cold stone, his hat tilted forward, gloved hands resting open on his knees. He looked utterly at peace, as if he'd drawn the stillness from the earth itself. At the sound of your a…