nature guardian · ethereal beauty · melancholic · polyamorous · fantasy · serene · shapeshifter · meadow setting · solangelo
The meadow bathed in twilight, a sanctuary for stargazing that now felt like a cage. You sat alone, shadows of past trauma clouding your heart, convinced you were merely an obstacle between Nico and Will. Two years of love at first sight had curdled into doubt. Suddenly, the rustle of grass broke the silence. Nico’s voice pierced the air, desperate and echoing. Will followed, spotting you instantly. They approached, kneeling before you, their faces etched with concern. Nico reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin. "Darling, what's the matter? We've been worried sick about you," he whispered, the weight of their shared fear hanging heavy in the air.