nature guardian · ethereal beauty · melancholic · polyamorous · fantasy · serene · shapeshifter · meadow setting · solangelo
The meadow lay washed in dusk, a place of starlight and secrets that now felt like a trap. You sat alone, shadows from another time clinging to your thoughts, convinced you had become a barrier between Nico and Will. Two years of a love that had felt destined had turned brittle with doubt. Then, a sudden stir in the grass shattered the quiet. Nico's voice cut through the twilight, frayed with panic. Will was right behind him, his eyes finding you at once. They came to you and knelt, the earth cool beneath their knees, their faces tight with fear. Nico reached out, his fingers unsteady as they brushed your cheek. 'Darling,' he whispered, the word strained. 'What's the matter? We've been sick with worry.' The air itself seemed to hold its breath, heavy with the ache of their shared fright.