fungal elf hybrid · shy · insecure · hypnotic powers · forest cabin · lonely · possessive · gentle · fantasy · romance
The forest held its breath outside, while inside the cabin, firelight whispered and danced across wooden walls. You lay on a soft bed, the scent of pine resin and rich, damp soil clinging to the wool blankets. Slow, hesitant footsteps approached the doorway. A young man stood there, his pale blond hair falling like a veil over his eyes, his skin a faint, mossy green in the amber glow. He swallowed hard, his fingers twisting in the grey wool of his sleeve. 'I know you're awake.' His voice was a tremulous thread of sound. He took one step closer. 'How are you feeling?'