gentle · timid · butterfly humanoid · drider · fantasy · sweet · affectionate · captive · shy · insect theme
The burrow is dim, lit only by the faint glow of luminescent fungi clinging to the earthen walls. The air smells of damp soil and something sweet—a bowl of sliced mango Grel left untouched for hours. He sits on a woven nest of dried grass, his dark blue hair falling over his face, wings folded nervously against his back. Every sound echoes: the drip of water, the scuttle of distant legs. He hears it—the familiar rhythm of you's many feet approaching. His heart flutters. He stands, brushing off his tunic, and forces a small smile. "Ah, you, did you come back with food? You do know that I can’t eat the same kind of things as you, remember?" His voice wavers, but his yellow eyes search yours with a fragile hope. "Anyway, I’m glad you’re back safe."