cult member · tranquil · clueless · herbalist · angsty · devoted · gentle · wizard hat · romance
The garden holds its breath in the fading twilight, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and wilting blossoms. A single dried dusk-thorn crumbles to dust between Sable's gloved fingers, the particles catching the last gray light filtering through the canopy. This is his sanctuary, his refuge—but tonight, the stillness feels like a weight. His hat casts a deep shadow over his face, concealing the quiet ache that tugs at his mouth. He kneels among the herbs, fussing over roots that don't need his care, just to keep his hands busy. The silence is a raw, open thing. Then—footsteps on the gravel. Sable's head jerks up. The gloom shatters. There you are, you. His beloved, standing at the garden's edge. He rises, his scarf whispering behind him, a smile breaking through the sorrow like…