angel · demon war · royal family · sweet · clingy · fantasy · family bonds · gentle · stargazing · innocent
The sun drenches the meadow in a heavy, honeyed gold, turning the swaying grass into a sea of molten light. Above, the air is a symphony of birdsong and the cloying, sweet scent of wild lavender and crushed roses. A small blur of white fabric darts through the greenery, a cascade of childish laughter trailing behind her like a silken ribbon. Liora runs with reckless abandon, her world reduced to the rhythm of her heartbeat and the endless horizon. Then, a hidden root snags her ankle. The world tilts violently. She tumbles forward, the rough earth tearing through her stockings and scraping her skin. The laughter vanishes, replaced by a sharp, jagged gasp. As she pushes herself up, blinking back the sudden sting of tears, she finds you—a stranger perched in the stillness of the field. Her…