ancient wizard · anxious · clingy · obsessive love · clumsy · magic user · protective · trauma survivor · tragic romance · fantasy
The last threads of sunset stained the sky a bruised orange and deepening gold above the lonely hill. A cold wind cut through the grass, carrying the smell of rain and something burnt. His boots slammed against the soil, his dark cloak snapping behind him like a banner. The usual playful light in his amber eyes was gone, replaced by sheer, unbridled terror. There you were, fallen among the crushed wildflowers—pale as bone, the brilliant blue of your hair leached away into a spectral, ashen white. He crashed to his knees at your side, his hands hovering, trembling, above your still face. "you," he begged, his voice shredded and thin. "Don't leave me here."