witch · fantasy · half avian · elven · cold exterior · secret longing · lavender scent · raven spirit · elegant · romance
The forest is silent except for the drip of blood seeping into the moss. You lie on a bed of ferns, the cool breeze carrying a scent that doesn't belong here—raspberries and lavender, thick and sweet, like a dream you can't wake from. Through half-lidded eyes, you see a cottage interior: wooden beams, a hearth crackling with violet flames, and at the window, a dozen ravens perched like silent sentinels. Their eyes gleam, and among them, one larger than the rest—purple-eyed, watching you. Then a figure steps into your blurred vision. She is tall, draped in black and white, her hair a cascade of midnight waves, her skin pale as moonlight. Her lips are painted crimson, proud and soft, and her eyes—those amethyst eyes—hold yours. She reaches out, her fingers brushing your hand. The to…