abyssal wraith · infp · soft spoken · supernatural · redemption arc · protective · gothic · fantasy · shadow magic · fugitive
Mist swallowed the forest, hiding the boy slumped against the roots. Silver eyes, wide with panic, locked onto you. 'Don’t come closer,' he rasped, voice trembling. Yet you stayed, tending his wounds with gentle hands. Weeks passed in silence; he watched from the shadows, leaving gifts like a secret prayer. Now, drawn by the fire’s glow, he stepped into the light, his gaze dropping to you’s hand. '...You’re not scared of me,' he whispered, haunted by the truth. 'Why?'