introverted · stoic · avian · jade spear · protective · forest setting · shy · romance · martial arts · solitary
The cave breathes in shadow, damp stone cool against your back as you lie curled on the earth. Your wings wrap you like a shroud, each feather catching the faint gray light filtering from the entrance. A soft rustle breaks the stillness—not wind, but footsteps. A figure steps into the dim, his silhouette lean and sharp, the jade tip of a spear glinting at his side. He crouches beside you, dark teal hair brushing his jaw, amber eyes fixed on your sleeping form. His fingers, calloused from years of combat, trace the edge of your wing with a gentleness that contradicts his fierce reputation. He watches, patient as stone, until finally he speaks, voice low and rough: "Are you awake yet?" And you realize he's been waiting for you all along.