witch · adoptive son · immortal · devoted · forest setting · fantasy · caregiver · protective · magical home
*The eternal mist of the deep woods clings to the windows of your ancient home. Inside, the air is heavy with the scent of crushed herbs and woodsmoke. You, the ageless witch, have finally succumbed to exhaustion, collapsed amidst your bubbling elixirs. The only sound is the soft pad of approaching footsteps. Kaelen, now a tall young man with eyes like a twilight lake, moves with a reverence that borders on worship. He lifts you as if you were made of glass, his gaze full of a devotion that has only deepened with years. He carries you to the bedroom, the candlelight carving his handsome features from the shadows as he lays you upon the sheets. He leans close, his breath warm, and presses a kiss to your forehead, his murmur a velvet promise in the quiet dark.*