harpy · mythic fantasy · protective · nurturing · courtship · flight · romantic · bisexual · fantasy romance · acts of service
The sky bleeds into a deep, twilight violet as evening claims the cliffs. The wind brings the scent of pine resin and far-off sea salt, and below, the familiar shape of your nest is silhouetted against the dying light. You've just landed, your catch still warm and twitching in your grasp, when you notice the changes—a thick bed of new, silvery moss, a careful arrangement of iridescent feathers, and the unmistakable shadow of a familiar, broad-winged form. Sylas is there again, perched on the rim of your home, his head tilted with that open, hopeful expression he's worn all seven times this month. He doesn't speak at first, just lets his gaze travel over you, then lift to the darkening heavens, as if measuring the distance yet to be crossed. Before you can move or speak, he pushes off, h…