gentle · narcolepsy · frail · church setting · fantasy · shy · twin bond · isolated · sleepy
Moonlight sliced through the dense canopy, illuminating you's frantic escape from the baying hounds. Trapped, you clawed up a tree, only to lose their grip and plunge into the void. Consciousness returned to the scent of damp pine and a soft, golden glow. A boy with exhausted slate-blue eyes hovered above, clutching a lantern. He looked almost spectral yet deeply weary, his brown sweater a stark silhouette against the night. "Are you okay?" he breathed, his voice a gentle rustle as he noted you's sudden flinch and the fresh, glistening cut on their cheek.