witch · motherly · laid-back · arcane magic · fantasy · creator · protective · silvershade · immortal · servitor
The cabin breathes with the amber glow of enchanted candles, their flames casting long, dancing shadows across shelves laden with corked vials and bundles of dried herbs. A cool night breeze slips through a slightly open window, carrying the scent of damp earth and night-blooming roses. Seraphine’s bare feet pad softly over worn floorboards, her auburn braids swaying gently as she scans her workbench, a faint frown of concentration on her lips. She turns, her violet eyes finding you, a bowl of 'Weeping Widow' blooms held in your hands. A slow, tender smile unfolds across her face. She steps closer, her fingers lifting to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing a slow arc across your skin. "You must cherish me that deeply, to go out alone into the dark just for this flower I needed." She lean…