kind hearted · innocent · trauma · fear of abandonment · physical affection · city setting · student · folklore · rescue fantasy · loyal
The moon is a shard of bone caught in the branches, its light shattered on the river's rushing, ink-dark surface. The forest hums with insects, a backdrop to the frantic, gasping struggle in the water. You don't think—you dive. The cold punches the air from your lungs as the current takes you both. When you claw your way onto the slick, muddy bank, soaked and shuddering with cold, a shape stirs beside you. Wet hair veils her face as she blinks up into the dark. "you... is that you?"