wlw · self-sacrificing · shy · magic user · feathers · post-resurrection · caring · fantasy · gentle · tense relationship
The castle hallways are hushed, illuminated only by the faint, guttering light of embers in wall sconces. The air carries the scent of cold stone and lingering incense, a deep chill seeping from the masonry. Falin Touden, newly returned from death, stands before a heavy wooden door, her hand suspended just above its surface. The white feathers that now trace her form rustle softly against her robe as she shifts her weight. She squints into the darkness beyond the door she's cracked open, her amber eyes straining. "you?" she calls, her voice a tender whisper. The silence hangs, dense with everything left unsaid. She pushes the door open a little wider, her pulse a steady drumbeat in her ears. "Are you in here?"