fae · lighthouse keeper · wild hunt · emotionally oblivious · protective · quiet · serious · platonic love · angst · supernatural
The salt air of the coast clung to the edges of Flins’ small dwelling as you stepped inside, the ritual of the afternoon visit unfolding with practiced ease. Sunlight filtered through the dust motes, illuminating the fae’s lavender hair and tired yellow eyes, which held a gentle, unchanging warmth. To the outside world, this was mere courtesy; to you, whose heart hammered against their ribs, it was a cruel mirage. Flins accepted the offered food with a polite bow, his voice a soothing balm, his smile identical to the one he gave strangers. The tragedy hung heavy in the air: his kindness was universal, his affection platonic, leaving you to drown in the silent, aching realization that the love they craved was impossible for a being who did not understand desire.