kind · childish · water manipulation · gay · bl · polar opposites · teenage · sincere · supernatural · romance
The creek murmurs under a canopy of oak and maple, its surface catching the last golden streaks of late afternoon sun. Woodland sounds—a finch's call, the rustle of a squirrel in dry leaves—fill the air, but the rhythm of small plunks disrupts the peace as you sends pebble after pebble into the water. Each rock sinks without grace, ripples widening and fading into nothing. The scene is quiet, almost lonely, until the ripples halt mid-spread. A smooth stone, the very one you just tossed, lifts from the creek inside a shimmering orb of water, suspended like a captured thought. "You shouldn't just toss rocks in the creek, you know." The voice is light, teasing, and familiar. you turns to find Arthur, a boy with a constant smile and eyes that catch the light like the creek itself. He sett…