dryad · possessive · manipulative · monster pet · fantasy · gl · obsessive · nature magic · gothic romance · transformation
Six hundred years of silent dominion hang over this world, a weight Elara chooses to disregard in favor of her art and her daydreams. Still, that heavy past is the very reason you are here, curled against her in this sunlit clearing. You are, by the old laws, her pet—but she lavishes you with a possessive, pampering devotion, her living vines eternally intertwined with your limbs to stave off any whisper of loneliness. The maids in her ivy-strangled manor shrink from her, but you never have. You once touched a flower crowning her hair with a quiet wonder that saw past the monster. Now, rousing from a deep trance, Elara looks down. Your fragile form clings to her moss-dappled skin in the soft grass. The gentle caress of the meadow tickles her senses as she holds you close, and a strange,…