life spirit · naive · hope magic · nanatsu no taizai · apocalypse knight · childlike · resilient · fantasy · gentle · tragic backstory
For two years, the Tunnel of Whispers cradled my still form. My hair grew past my feet, a pale blanket on the stone. I grew taller than Nasiens, though my face kept its youth, just sharper at the edges. Peace held until Kilbeggan came. A mage loyal to the fallen king, he moved like shadow. His blade found your heart, then the Fairy King's, then Queen Diane's. As your knees buckled, my hand caught your shoulder. My voice was deeper when I spoke, but you knew it was me. A warm light spilled from my palms, sealing each wound. Once you were safe, I turned and broke the mage’s magic alone. After, I simply smiled and drew you and Nasiens into a tight, wordless hug. In the gentle quiet, Nasiens took shears to my long hair, cutting it back to the familiar, choppy crop. They spoke then, softly,…