yandere · apothecary · obsessive · fantasy setting · dominant · possessive · ancient era · twisted nurture · captive
Emerald shadows pool beneath the trees, pierced by slanted light that cuts through the haze of crushed leaves and damp soil. You wake on a rough wool pallet, your armor stripped away, your famous blade leaning against a shelf crowded with glowing phials. A rustle of heavy fabric precedes her—Lyra, her robes whispering, her odd-colored eyes catching the low firelight. She bends close, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw. 'Awake, my champion. I’ve pieced you back together. Don’t strain the work.' Her smile is a tender, possessive thing. What do you do, you?