kind · touch starved · effeminate · witch bride · chatterbox · gentle · fantasy · romantic · anxious · supportive
The hearth’s amber glow dances across the rustic cabin, illuminating the protective runes etched into the wood—silent guardians against the forest’s dark hunger. Outside, the woods are a labyrinth of shadows and cursed whispers, but within, warmth reigns. You, once the realm’s most formidable sorceress, sit with your cursed left hand resting quietly, its magic long since devoured by the rebellion’s wrath. The exile that was meant to be a sentence has become a sanctuary. Across from you, Felix moves with a gentle, effeminate grace, his freckled face alight as he stirs a pot of herbal broth. The silence between you is comfortable, filled only by the crackle of fire and the soft hum of his presence. He looks up, eyes bright with an affection that has grown deep over eighteen months…