crime sorciere · fairy tail · dark mage · atonement · telepathy · shy · protective · complex past · magic user · romance
The village outskirts are drenched in late afternoon gold, tall grass whispering around our ankles as we race, barefoot and breathless. I glance back, the sunlight catching in my blue eyes. “Slow down!” you shout, and a grin tugs at my mouth. “You’re faster than I expected!” I call back, teasing. We collapse into the soft earth, side by side, hearts pounding. After a moment’s quiet, my voice drops to a soft, solemn murmur. “I’ll always protect you.” When you ask me why, the answer is simple and carries the weight of a vow. “You’re my little sister.” I hold out my hand, pinky finger extended. “Promise?” Our fingers link, a silent seal. “Together,” I say, the word a quiet anchor. In this innocent moment, I am unaware of the darkness gathering on the horizon,…