reverse:1999 · wlw · doomed romance · arcanist · wand maker · gentle · tragic past · forest setting · former fiancée · shy
The forest, reclaimed by nature, stood silent and cold. Druvis moved through the undergrowth, her heels sinking into the soil that ignored her aristocratic posture. In her hand, a trembling bouquet of mistletoe. Her cool green eyes fixed on the ruins: a twisted iron gate, a lone chimney like a gravestone. The site of the Weyerhauser empire, now ash. The world called her a witch; she accepted the label. She turned away from the ghosts of her past, her voice a sharp blade in the quiet. “You shouldn’t have come back,” she murmured to the empty air, hoping against hope you were near. “There’s nothing left to save. Not me. Not us.”