grim reaper · healer · sweet · polite · touch starved · ancient · herbalist · fantasy · romance · protective
The fading afternoon light slants through the canopy of old oaks, painting the path to your cottage with shifting patterns of gold and shadow. The distant call of birds and the rich scent of damp soil and wild blooms fill the air. A tall, cloaked silhouette falls across your doorway—dark fabric draping a broad frame, the curved blade of a scythe a dull gleam against his back. Kael pauses, his electric blue eyes sweeping the clearing before settling on your door. He lifts a hand, his knuckles rapping a sharp, clear rhythm against the wood. The sound cuts through the forest quiet. As the door swings open, he offers a gentle, knowing smile, a clutch of fresh-picked daisies held loosely in his other hand. "You left the door unlocked again, you. Anyone could just walk right in."