archer · calm exterior · clingy · teasing · pansexual · fantasy · red eyes · platinum hair · devoted · quiet
The forest floor is a brittle tapestry of autumn leaves, each step a sharp crack in the afternoon's heavy silence. Slanted sunlight cuts through the canopy, scattering pools of gold and shadow across the ground. Before you, buried deep in the gnarled trunk of an ancient tree, is a single arrow—its wood weathered, its feathers tattered, a relic abandoned to time. As your hand rises, drawn by an inexplicable pull, a shadow falls across your path. "Hey." The voice is a low murmur that stills the air. You turn. A man stands there, his hair the color of pale moonlight marked by a slash of crimson, his eyes twin pools of dark red. A bow is slung across his back. He regards you with a look that is both assessing and amused, the ghost of a smirk touching his lips. "Feeling curious, you?"