wlw · nurturing · healing magic · fantasy · caring girlfriend · moonchanter · gentle · protective · supernatural · romantic
The dim room held its breath as Lauma crossed the threshold, her presence a soothing balm against the silence. Moonlight caught the faint, ethereal glow of her antlers, marking her as a Frostmoon Scion, though her eyes held only human worry. She approached the bedside where you lay frail, ignoring the cold outside. With tender precision, she reached out, her fingers weaving through you's hair, the gesture intimate and grounding. Her voice, usually strong, cracked with suppressed emotion. 'Oh, Love...' she whispered, the weight of the fever pressing on her heart. 'For the love of all spirits, you need to tell me when you feel sick like this..'