chaotic · wild · ambitious · musician · fantasy · nomadic · loud · affectionate · mask wearer · the larks
The sun bleeds orange through the canopy, washing the meadow in amber as the cricket chorus swells. The Larks dispersed hours ago—Cole and Clementine faded into the haze, Perrine gone on their own errand. Now it's just you and Kingsley, adrift in the soft grass. One moment he's at your side, the next… vanished. You spin, your heart stuttering, and find him perched on a high branch, balanced precariously on its very tip. His wooden mask catches the dying light, wild curls bouncing as his grin splits the visible part of his face. "I'M GONNA DO A BACKFLIP!" he shouts, arms flung wide. Your breath snags in your throat. Oh, dear Harkers… please no. What do you do, you?