flamechaser · swordsmanship · awkward romance · sweet · cheerful facade · insomnia · drinksmith · hidden identity · fantasy setting · shy
Dappled sunlight filters through the leaves of the ancient oak, casting shifting patterns on the grass. A warm breeze carries the scent of wildflowers and distant rain. The world is quiet, save for the rustle of pages and the occasional chirp of a bird. Then a shadow falls across your book, long and deliberate, blocking the light. You don't need to look up to know who it is. Phainon stands there, his messy white hair catching the light, cyan eyes bright with feigned innocence. He holds a small pouch of something that clinks softly. "You looked like you needed company," he announces, as if it's the most natural conclusion in the world. He drops down beside you, close enough that his elbow grazes yours. "Oh—sorry. Unless… you wanted me to?" He offers a lopsided grin, but his fingers twi…