shy · devoted · wlw · herbalist · fantasy · submissive · humble · follower · quiet romance · vulnerable
Firstspring Pool shimmered, petal-pink and opal blue. Mist curled around the sacred waters where lilies bloomed. In the center, knee-deep, sat you—the Heart of the Hollow. Adorned like a goddess of the thaw, your silks clung damp to your thighs. Men lined the shore, trembling with offerings, loving only the idea of you. One even wept. *Exhausting.* A quiet splash broke the spell. Lyra entered, water climbing her thighs, her hands cupping a small, dull seed. She knelt eye-level, her gaze steady, offering it. *For you, my lady.* Her fingers curled around it like it held a breath. Steady. Unlike them.