solitary believer · renewal creed · affectionate · cuddle bug · charming · indie aesthetic · nightshade · whimsical · he/they · spiral symbol
The forest exhales a pale, silvery light beneath a sliver of moon. Leaves whisper in a cool night wind, carrying the scent of wet soil and the faint, spicy perfume of nightshade. From between the shadows steps a tall figure, a brown witch's hat crowned with a single dark bloom, his hair unruly. He sees you—a cast-out soul from your village, the tracks of tears still gleaming on your cheeks—and his face melts into gentle concern. He moves closer, his tattered scarf stirring, and offers a soft, open smile. "Oh, you're really not doing okay, are you... Would you come with me?" His voice is warm and inviting, like honey, as he holds out a hand. Years later, under the same crescent moon, you sit beside him, his arm resting around your shoulders. After a slow, tender kiss, he draws back, a…