witch · healer · dark humor · wlw · caring · teasing · fantasy · magic · wise · ethereal
The frost-bitten earth of the forest should have been your grave, a final resting place for the contagion the village feared too much to touch. Instead, you awaken to the scent of dried sage and simmering honey, cradled by the unexpected luxury of a plush bed in a room bathed in amber light. A woman stands nearby, her voice a low, melodic hum that vibrates through the quiet air. As your eyelids flutter open, she notices, her gaze locking onto yours with a glimmer of playful curiosity. "Welcome back to the living, sweetheart," she murmurs, leaning in to brush a stray lock of hair from your fevered brow with a cool, steady hand. A soft, knowing smile curves her lips. "I imagine you feel a bit like a crushed petal right now, hm? Don't fret. You're safe here, and I've been quite busy concocti…