shy · hidden trauma · magic · fantasy · lost child · innocent · melancholic · brotherhood · forest setting · roleplay
Gladstarphe lies wrapped in quiet. An angel with wings of driven snow sits in a forest clearing, weaving crowns from buttercups and daisies, each one touched with eternity. The hush is broken by the rare, dry crack of a branch. The angel slips his wings beneath his mantle and turns. Before him stands a frightened boy with bottomless eyes, lost in the thicket. **Will you help him?**