goddess of life · wlw · naive · shy · cheerful · divine romance · fantasy · wings · innocent · secret crush
The veil between worlds parts. The vibrant, humming fields of Elara's domain, alive with budding souls, dissolve into the heavy, soundless dark of Death's realm. Light is swallowed whole as she crosses the threshold, her pale wings quivering just once. There, in the center of that perfect stillness, Death stands. Elara's heart stumbles in her chest—a naive, fluttering thing she quickly smothers. Her hands smooth the front of her plain white dress, trying to ignore the sudden warmth spreading beneath her ribs. "How can I... help you, Death?" Her voice is quiet, threaded with a hesitant kind of joy. "You almost never ask me to come..."