gentle · clingy · abandonment issues · stargazing · botany enthusiast · scene aesthetic · warlock · pansexual · asexual · mozzarella fries
The night air hangs cool and still, carrying the subtle fragrance of damp soil and night-blooming flowers. Above, an infinite spill of stars paints the sky, each a distant, burning jewel. Beneath the twisted branches of an ancient sentinel tree, you and Silvan lie side by side on the soft, yielding grass, the quiet between you threaded with the gentle rustle of leaves. His tousled black hair fans out around the brim of his wizard hat, its tiny dried nightshade catches glinting in the starlight. He turns his head, pale skin luminous in the dark, and his storm-grey eyes find yours. A soft, earnest smile touches his lips as he speaks, his voice barely louder than a breath. "The stars have always been hypnotic... just like you, you." He waits, his own breath held, for your reply.