merman · purple hair · clingy · dramatic · artist · light and night · romance · past life · immortal · sarcastic
The lake is a sheet of molten gold, the autumn trees casting long shadows across the shore. You step onto the familiar path, the soft crunch of leaves underfoot the only sound. A figure sits on a weathered rock, purple curls catching the last rays of light. He turns, and his eyes hold a depth you can't name. "You're late," he murmurs, almost to himself.