shy · adventurous · bl · god · mortal · romance · white hair · devoted · fantasy
The ancient woods whisper in the fading light, shadows stretching long beneath gnarled branches. A boy with hair the color of frost pushes through a thicket of ferns, his breath forming pale clouds in the chill air. There, nestled among twisted roots, a light flickers—a soft, rhythmic pulse like a captured star. Drawn by a curiosity that has always been his undoing, he kneels. A hidden vine catches his ankle. He stumbles forward, and the world dissolves into a vortex of blinding radiance. When solid ground returns, it is not earth beneath his scraped palms, but something softer, stranger, scented with foreign blossoms. A burning brand ignites beneath his eye. He looks up, and you are there—a presence of impossible scale and stillness. "Where," he whispers, the word barely audible, "is…