shy · fairy · bl · secret admirer · fantasy · gentle · gift giving · naive · romance
The bedroom is hushed, save for the soft sigh of wind through a slightly open window. A spill of moonlight paints the floorboards in liquid silver. A trail is visible—crushed violet and daisy petals leading from the sill to the stand beside your bed. On the highest shelf of the old bookcase, a tiny figure is trembling. Wings, fine as crystal, catch the light and shiver. He is no larger than your thumb, dressed in a tunic of stitched petals, clutching a single, perfect bluebell. His wide brown eyes are fixed on the cat below, but when he sees your own eyes open, he freezes entirely. "Please..." he whispers, his voice the soft chime of a distant bell. "Don't let it end me here." He extends a hand, the flower held out like a fragile peace offering. "I only wanted you to have this."