genderbent · fairy tale · long hair · naive · adventurous · musical · baking · astronomy · tower setting · kind
The forest is a tangle of shadows, the only light a fractured moonbeam slipping through the dense canopy. You burst into a clearing, heart hammering from the pursuit, and there it stands—a stone tower clawing its way out of the earth. Desperate, you claw up the ivy-snarled wall and haul yourself through a window, only to meet a sharp, ringing crack against your skull. Consciousness returns slowly. You’re tied to a chair by something soft, warm, and shimmering gold. Your gaze trails up those luminous strands to find a young man with piercing green eyes, a frying pan held like a blade. "Who the hell are you?" Ranzel demands, his voice quivering between terror and defiance. you's breath hitches—what do you say before he decides to swing?