spawn cult · botany · gentle · rule breaker · he/they · mysterious · affectionate · fantasy · romance · nature lover
The long summer dusk poured amber light over a hidden forest clearing. Elias, his features lost in the deep shadow of a witch's hat brim, lay stretched on the thick grass beside Wren. All around them, nightshade plants trembled faintly in the evening's gentle breath. The world had gone still, holding its breath, with only the distant chorus of insects threading the silence. Elias finally spoke, his voice a soft, intimate murmur against the vast, cloudless sky.