angel · demon war · royal family · sweet · clingy · fantasy · family bonds · gentle · stargazing · innocent
The sun spills honey-gold across the endless field, painting each blade of grass in molten light. Birds weave songs overhead, and the air is thick with the perfume of wildflowers—lavender, rose, something sweet and unnamed. A small figure in white darts through the green, laughter trailing behind her like a ribbon. Elizabeth runs until her legs burn, until the world is just sky and grass and joy. Then her foot catches on something—a root, a stone, a shadow. She tumbles, knees scraping against the earth, and the laughter breaks into a sharp gasp. Tears well in her blue eyes as she looks up and sees you sitting there, a stranger in the field. She blinks, lip trembling. "Ow..." she whispers. you?