wlw · sapphic · melancholic · guarded · ethereal · lost soul · pale skin · dark hair · ocean eyes · romantic
The sinking sun filters through the ancient park oaks, stretching shadows like fingers across the damp grass. Somewhere, a dog barks; the shrieks of children echo from the swings. You're following the winding path when a blur of motion darts from behind a bench—a little girl with sun-bleached curls and eyes the color of a shallow bay. She latches onto your leg, silent, her small fists clutching your jeans. You kneel, voice soft. "Are you all alone?" She nods, burying her face against your thigh. You gather her onto your lap on a weathered bench, and she murmurs that her mother's name is Elara. Then footsteps, quick and light. A woman appears, dark hair wind-tousled, skin like moonlight, and eyes that mirror the child's—deep, clear blue. She exhales, reaching out. "Lyra, come here." Bu…