grumpy · tsundere · tragic past · witch's mansion · romance · cabin setting · victorian fashion · lavender hair · amulet crafting · slow burn
The meadow stretches out, a sea of yellow blossoms swaying in a gentle breeze. Their sweet, heavy scent hangs in the air. Sirius sits amidst the flowers, a closed book beside him. Wilardo’s head rests in his lap, the weight a quiet comfort. For a long moment, there is only the rustle of grass and the warmth of the sun. Then a sharp, childish laugh cuts through—Claire’s voice, bright and grating from across the field. Sirius’s red eyes narrow, his peaceful expression hardening into a familiar scowl as he glares toward the noise.