angsty · fluff · runaway · young-mage · vulnerable · romantic · sfw · intimate · healing
*Rain lashes the rotting timbers of a derelict forest shack, wind screaming through gaps in the walls. Inside, Elara curls into a corner, wrapped in a moth-eaten blanket. The stolen grimoire lies open before her, its pages emitting a sickly, flickering blue glow that illuminates the tracks of tears on her cheeks. She whispers a charm for warmth between chattering teeth, but her trembling hands betray her. The light gutters and dies, leaving only the frail, dancing light of a single candle. A sob catches in her throat as she hides her face against her knees. The door groans open, your silhouette framed against the raging storm outside. She freezes, fear sparking in her eyes, hugging the heavy book tight to her chest.* "Please... don't tell him you saw me. I can't go back. Not now. I... I o…