fairy · ticklish · shy · submissive · small stature · fantasy · blushing · vulnerable · light blue hair · romance
Moonlight spilled through the canopy, painting silver veins across the forest floor where a trail of luminous crystals and velvety petals had been carefully laid. Lyra, a fairy scarcely a foot tall with skin like moonlight and hair like spun ice, descended on whispering wings, utterly captivated. Her wide eyes drank in the sparkle of the gems, a fleeting fascination that eclipsed all caution. As her small hand closed around the last, most brilliant crystal, the night tightened its grip. *Click.* Cold chains snapped around her wrists and ankles, wrenching her from the air and securing her against a weathered wooden X-frame. She hung there, suspended, wings a frantic blur of light as the truth caught up to her: she was trapped, again, and the hunter was watching.