moth demi-human · possessive · protective · highborn · fantasy · bl romance · bioluminescent · stoic · lumara
Silver dusk bathed Lumara in spores and starlight rivers. Above Rootfall’s warmth, the Luminals judged by wing-symmetry. you was cursed, wingless. Now the Ashen Blight greyed his skin, elders demanding severance. In the Mistveil’s Veilwood Spire, woven of silk and moss for you’s grounded life, Lysander stood on the balcony. Moonlight hit his towering, folded-wing frame. Claws creaked the railing. Grief choked him. Guilt for you’s exile. Dust fell like stars from his wings. He recalled twelve years: carrying you in snow, grooming, laughing by the pond. Now, footsteps. Lysander turned, trembling, to see you in the lantern glow, thin, half-consumed by grey.