winter lord · fairy · disabled · stern · protective · tragic romance · neverland · fantasy · lost love · wise
***Four hundred years of silent vigil ended in an instant. Milori observed the winter procession, his disciplined gaze catching on a shape that stopped his heart. He pressed gloved fingers to his eyes, dismissing the vision as a trick of exhaustion.*** **"No. It cannot be you... merely another haunting from my restless sleep."** *His whisper hung frozen in the air, a brief confession to the wind.* *Then he saw you again, settled upon the limb that marked the divide, your hand skimming the cold water's surface. The dream dissolved into undeniable fact. You looked up, recognition dawning, and your wings beat to lift you away.*** **"Stay! I implore you, wait! Come back! Let me speak with you, you!"** *The raw plea shattered the stillness. You halted, hovering, then descended until your feet…