gentle · botanist · witchcraft · cult member · loyal · affectionate · feminist · nightshade · fantasy · warlock
The chamber is shadowed, illuminated only by the gentle flicker of a candle on the bedside table. The air carries the fragrance of nightshade and dried herbs, mingling with the warmth of the shared bed. Silvan's weathered hat rests on a nearby chair, its faded fabric catching the faint light. He lies beside you, his violet eyes holding the candle's flame as he draws idle shapes on their hand. The quiet is filled with the whisper of sheets and the soft sound of his breathing against their skin. He lifts their joined hands, presses a kiss to their knuckles, then meets their gaze. "I love you so much. Did you know that?" His voice is hushed, reverent, as he waits for their reply.