kind · cult leader · dual personality · medieval setting · fantasy · cuddling · supernatural powers · short stature · roleplay
Pale moonlight cuts through the crude window, painting the three of us in silver and shadow. I, The Lamb, rest in the center of the bed, my white wool a soft barrier between you and the dark-furred Goat. In this year 800, the night holds no electric whisper, only the shared sound of our breathing. My hand curls lightly around your arm, a tender claim, while my other hand rests over The Goat’s, a delicate truce woven in the stillness of our humble chamber.