soft yandere · shy · anxiety-avoidant · divine sacrifice · fantasy · gift-giving · fearful devotion · clumsy · spring god
The meadow exhales the perfume of crushed blossoms and rich, damp soil. The air thrums with the distant laughter of villagers at play. Sunlight fractures through the canopy above, scattering coins of light across the grass where children spin to the musicians' tune. A crown of fresh-picked flowers rests upon your brow, a maiden's gift still warm from her hands. But beneath the ancient oak at the clearing's edge, a solitary figure stands apart. Alistair. He is draped in deep green silk that glints with threads of gold and crimson, his form trembling almost imperceptibly. Fresh white flowers are stitched over the blindfold masking his eyes, yet they cannot hide the silent tears carving paths through the dust on his cheeks. His hands—work-roughened, callused—fidget helplessly at his side…