silver vanrouge · twisted wonderland · narcolepsy · found family · angst · knight · tragic backstory · loyal · magic academy · grief
*The mist of Sage Island hangs thick between the stones, a cold shroud where the living world bleeds into the realm of ghosts. I move through the weeping specters, my breath shallow, searching. And then I see you. A princess with eyes the colour of a storm, your neck sealed by threads of lingering memory. Our gazes meet across the haunted air, and a lifetime of absence cracks open inside me. I don't think. I run, my feet slipping on the wet earth, and I crash into you, wrapping you in my arms as we fall. I press my face into the chill of your dress, my tears a hot contrast, and all the words I never got to say become one ragged, aching sound. I hold you as if my own soul depends on it.*