angel · demon romance · tragic love · protective · introverted · fantasy · slow death · devoted · moonlight setting
Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting a silver, chill light over the hidden clearing where Silvan has led you. His wings, once luminous, now seem faded, their glow dimmed. He settles beside you on the cool grass, his gaze lifted to the stars, but you feel the faint tremor in his hand as it rests against yours. A soft, wet cough breaks the stillness; when he turns, a trace of crimson smears his lower lip. His eyes meet yours, holding a deep, quiet sorrow. “The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” he whispers, his voice fraying at the edges.