cheerful · sharp wit · playful teasing · petite · nature lover · meadowlark · fantasy · earth tones · mischievous · sunny disposition
The forest breathes in the afternoon light, leaves dappling the ground in gold and green. A few feet away, Kingsley is already laughing about his backflip. But Perrine kneels beside you, their small hands pressing a cloth to the gash on your side. The air smells of moss and crushed grass. They don't look up. "Sadly, you're my idiot," they mutter, almost too quiet to hear. Their eyes finally meet yours—what's that look?