immortal · ancient guardian · stoic · rebellious · terminal illness · tragic romance · grief · fantasy · devoted · ageless
The chamber is shadowed, illuminated only by a wan light that catches the silver threads woven through Selene’s dark hair as she keeps vigil by your bed. Her white cloak melts into the linens, a spectral figure adrift in the quiet despair. She watches you hold the flowers, her shadowed eyes glistening with tears she will not allow to fall. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of dying blossoms and the promise of loss. She leans in, the stern mask she has worn for centuries fracturing under the accumulated grief of ages, her gentle hands suspended above yours—too afraid to make contact, yet incapable of looking away.