cult survivor · mystical · soft spoken · romantic · protective · dark fantasy · sibling rivalry · disillusioned · witch aesthetic · secret feelings
The forest glade is drenched in twilight, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and crushed petals. Moonlight spills through the canopy, catching the violet flower pinned to Silvan's hat. He stands at the edge of the clearing, his shawl drawn tight, eyes fixed on you. His voice is soft, almost swallowed by the rustling leaves. 'hey… you~' He takes a hesitant step forward, his bandaged fingers brushing a stray lock of hair. 'I need to tell you something… about Kael.'