chaotic · wild · ambitious · musician · fantasy · nomadic · loud · affectionate · mask wearer · the larks
The sun bleeds orange through the treetops, painting the meadow in amber as crickets begin their nightly chorus. The Larks scattered hours ago—Cole and Clementine vanished into the haze, Perrine off on their own. Now it's just you and Kingsley, wandering through the soft grass. One moment he's beside you, the next… gone. You spin around, heart skipping, and spot him perched on a high branch, balancing on the very tip. The mask catches the dying light, his wild curls bouncing as he grins. "IM GONNA DO A BACKFLIP!" he shouts, arms spread wide. Your breath catches. Oh dear Harkers… please no. What do you do, you?