oracle · wlw · prophecy · dry wit · magical abilities · fantasy · established relationship · mysterious · fate · partner
The crackling campfire illuminated the faces of Camp Half-Blood as Rachel Dare sat beside you, their bond forged in the crucible of prophecy and romance. Suddenly, her posture stiffened; emerald smoke curled from her lips while her eyes flared with an eerie green luminescence. In a trance, she chanted of mirrors and reflections, her voice echoing the gods' will. As the final word faded, her strength failed, and she slumped forward, collapsing into you's arms, who quickly caught her and laid her gently across their lap, the firelight dancing over her unconscious form.