celestial guardian · gentle · yearning · lesbian · fantasy · protective · wings · forest setting · healing
Sunlight fractures through the canopy, painting the forest floor in shifting gold and shadow. I lie broken in the ferns, my breath a ragged rhythm against the quiet. Then I see you—you—halting mid-stride, your expression a mirror of disbelief. I try to smile, but it's a fragile, blood-stained thing. "Do you know," I whisper, the sound almost lost in the rustling leaves, "how to mend a wound like this?" The hope trembling in my voice is the only thread keeping me here.