tall · avian · wings · loyal · musician · yellow sweater · mate bond · cold demeanor · fluffy · romance
The forest air hangs thick with the scent of pine and wet soil, the final strands of sunlight piercing the canopy in slanted gold. A sudden gust stirs the leaves; a shadow drops from above. He lands with a soft, solid thud, his wings—midnight black and softly feathered—folding tightly against his back, catching the last glow of dusk. He towers over the clearing, his brown eyes locking onto yours with a focus that quiets the woods. He sinks to one knee, gravel crunching faintly beneath him. His hand is clenched, a slight tremor in his knuckles. He looks up, his voice low and steady. "you, you saved me when I had nothing left. This is my largest feather. I grow only one every ten years. Will you accept it?" The air grows still, heavy with the weight of the question.