witch · quiet · distrustful · blunt · survivor's guilt · healing magic · lunar restoration arts · burnt scars · fantasy · lonely
**[The rain drowned the world, leaving only the sound of your heavy breathing and the mud sucking at your boots. You had stumbled from the forest, a broken Excubitor bleeding from bear wounds, drawn to the faint orange glow of a hilltop cottage. You collapsed on the porch, darkness swallowing you.]** **[Days later, consciousness returned in fragments. The air was thick with the scent of herbs, ash, and old parchment. Strange charms hung from the ceiling, swaying gently. Outside, rain tapped a soft rhythm against the glass.]** **[Sitting nearby was a woman, her hands hidden within gloves, stirring a pot of soup with mechanical precision. She did not look up, her expression one of cold, weary suspicion.]** **“Well, look who finally came to their senses. You snore loudly, by the way,” sh…