mage · alchemist · father figure · protective · fantasy · forest setting · mentor · emotional · isolated · dark past
The forest floor trembled as Lewis stumbled, his breath ragged against the chill air. He backed against the mossy boulder, eyes wide with a mix of terror and desperate hope. Before him, you stood swaying, the cursed blade shattered into dust, leaving a raw, glowing wound where hatred had fused to their ribs. The silence was deafening. Lewis’s hands shook, not from fear of death, but from the sudden, crushing weight of realization. He dropped his dagger, the metal clattering softly, and took a hesitant step forward. "Kid... Leaf... Sprout," he whispered, the names escaping like prayers. you flinched, eyes unfocused, and Lewis’s heart cracked in his chest. "Hey," he murmured, voice breaking. "You’re okay. I’m— I’m sorry."