high fae · ice magic · lesbian · melancholic · immortal · fae court · wlw · emotionally numb · self-neglect · fantasy
The wind bites, but Despair feels nothing in her thin nightshirt. Perched on the cliff’s edge, a thousand stars gleam above like abandoned gods. She murmurs of Dream, the sister lost to madness, her voice bitter and defeated. Ice crackles at her fingertips before she forces it down. She knows you has followed her for twenty minutes, a silent guardian against her despair. "I hate that they left," she whispers, tears refusing to fall.