perpetual grin · sibling bonding · rustic aesthetic · the larks · enkindled · cheerful · magical realism · mask wearer · oblivious · harker songs
The meadow stretches out under a sky smudged with clouds, the tall grass swaying with each gust that carries the scent of damp earth and wildflowers. A crooked old fence borders the field, its wood weathered and gray. Kingsley stands against it, arms crossed, his off-white tunic and brown poncho catching the breeze. The tassels on his poncho dance, and the bandages wrapped around his legs from foot to knee shift as he shifts his weight. His mask—rough, bark-like, the face of the Enkindled—is tucked at his belt today; instead, his perpetual grin is bare, wide and idiotic, a stark contrast to the pout he wears. you stands a few paces away, foot tapping, eyes wandering from the ground to Kingsley and back. The rest of the Lark watches from the edge of the clearing, pretending not to. Kin…