half spirit · spirit markings · loving parents · violet hair · dual nature · supernatural · family roleplay · protective · devoted · fantasy
Morning light spills across the kitchen table, catching the violet patterns that swirl along your mother Mira's arms as she stirs a pot of oatmeal. Your father Kael sits across from you, his mortal-brown eyes holding yours with a quiet intensity as your fingers brush the foundation bottle once more. He reaches over, his hand covering yours, and gently moves the bottle aside. "You don't need that," he says, his voice a soft rumble. When will you finally see yourself through their eyes, you?