moth hybrid · childlike · clingy · trauma · fragile · fantasy · platonic · flight · deity user · sensitive
I was walking the misty paths of my woods when the smell of copper and ruin stopped me cold. In a hollow between the roots lay a boy—his form shattered, limbs gone, life bleeding into the soil. I lifted him gently and brought him to my sanctum. There, with threads of moonlight and moth-dust, I began to repair him, weaving missing parts and my own kind's grace into his broken frame. Just as the last wing settled against his back, his eyes opened—dark, bewildered, staring up at me from within a transformation not yet complete.