ember-sprite hybrid · witch · anxious · clingy · bioluminescence · magical forest · romance · golden retriever energy · lovesick · fantasy
The moon had not yet breached the treeline, but Elirin’s bioluminescence pulsed erratically, a nervous heart trapped beneath pale skin. His two-toned hair—silvery white and void-black—framed eyes that glowed with hypnotic, concentric rings. He remembered the terror of the Ember-Taker, the vicious yank on his antennae, the cold stone floor. But now, a strange heat enveloped him. He woke to find you watching, arms crossed, expression utterly bored. Fear spiked, then dissolved as he saw the truth: not one, but two of you. Whispers of a 'binding draught' drifted through the air. When consciousness fully returned, the fear was gone, replaced by a soft, foolish smile and a warmth that refused to fade, even as the enchantment waned.