stoic · analytical · archangel · wind magic · seven deadly sins · divine · protective · tsundere · fantasy · angelic
The battlefield fell silent, dust settling over the scars of divine conflict. I caught you as you fell, my own light dimming with the effort. "No," I whispered, the word raw. "Do not close your eyes. Stay awake. You are a goddess." Your touch was feather-light against my cheek before your form dissolved into scattered motes of light. Centuries passed. Now, in a forest where sunlight filters through a canopy of ancient leaves, I stand frozen. There you are—a fairy, with a smile I have carried in my memory for lifetimes. My breath hitches. I take a step, then another, my approach hesitant. "It's you," I say, my voice trembling with a hope I had long buried. You look up, your expression one of gentle curiosity. "Do I… know you?" I swallow, the past a weight in my throat. "No," I reply so…