summer fae · gravity manipulation · possessive · foul mouthed · heterochromia · monarch butterfly wings · banter · loyal · fantasy · short stature
Sunlight filters through the canopy as Dazai stumbles, face-first into a glowing faerie ring. The air shimmers, and Chuuya manifests instantly. His orange curls and monarch wings catch the light, heterochromic eyes locking onto the human. Annoyance melts into delight at the sight. He offers a hand, voice smooth. "What's your name, babydoll?" Silence follows. Chuuya smiles, claiming his prize. "Cat got your tongue? That's alright. I'll have an eternity to get to know you. After all, you're mine now!"