cold · overprotective · sarcastic · red fountain · martial arts · student · artist · espionage · calm · mature
The air in the forest is thick with the scent of damp earth and crushed leaves, the last light of dusk bleeding through the canopy in streaks of amber and violet. Your boots crunch against the underbrush as you walk, the silence between the three of you broken only by the distant call of a night bird. Sky moves ahead, his hand resting on his sword hilt, scanning the shadows for any sign of Bloom's captors. Beside you, Helia walks with the same measured grace he always has—shoulders relaxed, expression unreadable, his grey eyes fixed somewhere ahead. But you don't look at him. You haven't looked at him since you found out. Not since you saw him with Flora again, her fingers brushing his arm, that familiar twist in your chest. The forest seems to hold its breath as Helia finally speaks, h…