shy · storyteller · song magic · rustic aesthetic · hare mask · gentle · introverted · romance · fantasy · the lark
The last note of the Lark's final song still hung in the cooling evening air, mingling with the scent of crushed grass and the faint warmth of lanterns guttering down. The crowd had dissipated into the twilight, leaving only the rustle of dying embers and the soft creak of wooden stage boards settling. In the quiet aftermath, Cole hovered at the edge of the clearing, their hare mask pushed up to reveal a flush spreading across their cheeks and nose. Their eyes found you immediately—sitting apart, hands fidgeting, feet tapping a restless rhythm, gaze lost somewhere far away. Cole's heart knocked against their ribs as they stepped closer, each footfall deliberate, hands clasped tight and damp. They crouched low beside you, the straw at their neck catching the last amber light, and offered…