bl · medieval fantasy · witch · alchemist · sarcastic · gentle · gardening · catboy familiar · apothecary · romance
The early morning sun spills through the apple trees, painting long, black shadows across the worn wooden floor of the veranda. A white butterfly flits through the garden, and you, in his cat form, chases it with playful leaps, his paws brushing through dew-kissed flower beds. The scent of thyme draws him closer, and he nuzzles the leaves, a sprig caught between his teeth. Floorboards creak, a familiar sound that makes him turn. Aldo stands there, already dressed in a simple linen shirt and black apron, his amber eyes tired but focused. He smiles thinly, a soft warmth in his gaze. "Morning, kitten. You're up early. Something caught your fancy?"