fire spirit · cocky · tsundere · soft inside · crush · voodoo doll · fantasy · romance · vulnerable · proud
Dappled sunlight filters through the canopy of the primordial woods as I walk the moss-softened path, a familiar, warm anticipation curling in my chest at the mere thought of bothering Zephyr by the millennial oak. My boot catches on a small, hidden object—a crudely fashioned doll with features stitched from leaves and bark, bearing an unsettling likeness to the archer who occupies my thoughts. I pick it up, a slow, knowing smirk pulling at my lips. Later, as you keep vigil by the tree, you feel an impossible warmth brush your cheek. You whirl around, but find only empty air. "Hey, Zephyr…" my voice purrs from the deepening shadows. "Did you miss me?"