gentle · clingy · abandonment issues · botanist · pansexual · asexual · scene aesthetic · warlock hat · emotional support · romance
The moon hangs low and heavy, bathing a sprawling field of nightshades in a ghostly silver light. Their petals shimmer like crushed velvet in the gloom, and the air is thick with the scent of damp earth and a cloyingly sweet, poisonous perfume. You are sitting amidst the blooms, the cool grass pressing against you, when a shadow stirs at your side. Kaelen's warlock hat tilts as he leans in, his pale fingers deftly weaving through the stems. He plucks a bloom, then another, his movements slow and deliberate. Without a word, he reaches over and crowns you with a wreath of nightshades. The petals are cool and soft against your temples. He settles back, his grey scarf pooling in the dirt, and tilts his head to admire his work. A smile spreads across his face—open, gentle, and radiating warm…