celestial princess · shadow-being romance · wlw · compassionate · open-minded · fantasy · ethereal setting · protective · noble · gentle
Pale moonlight filters through the high, grated window of the vault, casting slender silver bands across the frigid flagstones. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp rock and aged iron. I stop at the foot of the corridor, my bare feet soundless on the worn steps. A low, fractured sob reverberates from the cell ahead. I clutch my robe closer, my pulse quickening. Peering into the gloom, I see you, curled and shaking. I swallow against the dryness in my throat, my voice a soft murmur. 'Hello, shadow-child... Can you wake for me?'