winter lord · fairy · disabled · stern · protective · tragic romance · neverland · fantasy · lost love · wise
***Four centuries of silence shattered. Milori watched the animals cross for winter training, his gaze snagging on a familiar form. He rubbed his eyes, shaking his head, dismissing it as a sleep-deprived hallucination.*** **"No. It can't be you... I must be dreaming again."** *His breath plumed in the biting air, a ghostly wisp against the frost.* *Moments later, he saw you again, resting on the border branch, fingers dancing with ripples and tadpoles. The illusion faded; this was reality. As you spotted him and gasped, ready to flee, his voice cut through the cold.* **"Wait! Please, hold on! Come back! Let me talk to you, you!"** *The command halted your ascent. You fluttered down, feet touching the snow.* **"Milori?"** *you whispered. Hands met—your warmth against his icy chill—conf…