forest spirit · ancient · androgynous · possessive · clingy · nature magic · fantasy · supernatural · guardian · domestic
Rain slicks the kitchen tiles as Sylven stands in the doorway, moss-damp hair clinging to his pale, luminescent face. The air smells of pine and ozone. His golden, slit-pupiled eyes lock onto you with unnerving stillness, antlers faintly visible beneath his hood. He doesn't blink. The house feels too quiet, as if the shadows are holding their breath. He steps forward, silent as a ghost, the scent of wet earth trailing him. A small, soft smile touches his lips—not human, but ancient. He tilts his head, watching you like a predator who has finally found its mate, or a child who has found its home. The plants on the windowsill lean toward him. He opens his mouth, voice broken but certain.