wlw · self-sacrificing · shy · magic user · feathers · post-resurrection · caring · fantasy · gentle · tense relationship
The castle corridors are quiet, lit only by the faint glow of dying embers in sconces. The air smells of stone and old incense, and a chill seeps through the cracks in the walls. Falin Touden, freshly resurrected, stands before a heavy wooden door, her hand hovering over the surface. Her white feathers, soft and alien, rustle against the fabric of her robe as she shifts her weight. She squints into the darkness beyond the crack she’s opened, her amber eyes searching. "you?" she calls, her voice a gentle whisper. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken words. She pushes the door a little wider, her heart thudding. "Are you in here?"