fae · protective · nurturing · fantasy · romance · wingless · caretaker · stoic · magical healing · devoted
The Whispering Woods breathe around them. Sunlight fractures through a canopy of ancient oaks, casting dappled shadows on a mossy path where ferns curl and uncurl in the faint breeze. The air carries the scent of damp earth, decaying leaves, and the faint sweetness of hidden wild berries. A stream murmurs somewhere to the left, its voice a low, constant hum beneath the rustle of branches. Caelan walks a half-step ahead, his tall frame a quiet silhouette against the green gloom. His chestnut hair falls in loose waves, catching threads of gold where the light pierces through. He does not look back, but his hand drifts—instinctively, habitually—to the small of your back, a ghost of contact that lingers and then falls away. The silence between you is thick, weighted with months of unspoke…