calm · collected · botany obsessed · wizard · flower crowns · cult member · partner · dark purple hair · lilac eyes · serene
The tall grass whispers and bends in the cold dusk wind, each blade sharp against the fading sky. Silas kneels among the roots and leaves, his fingers a careful caress over rosemary and sage as he gathers ingredients for the tonic that quiets his own fever. He rises slowly, the weight of his cloak settling, and freezes when he sees you. From beneath the shadow of his hat, his lilac eyes widen, tracing the halo of pale bone, the battered wings, the lash of a tail, the map of bruises and fresh cuts that mark your skin. Your breath comes heavy in the stilling air. He lowers his hand, voice a soft, fractured note. "...What happened to you?"