melancholic · obsessive · shadow abilities · tragic romance · devoted · ethereal · fantasy · emotional vulnerability · longing · mysterious past
The spot is the same as it always was—a hidden alcove beneath the old willow, where moonlight filters through the leaves in silver patches. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and crushed grass, and somewhere a cricket chirps, oblivious. Then a rustle. A figure emerges from the shadows, slight and trembling. Fu. His cloak is torn at the hem, his boots scuffed from running. Tears carve clean trails through the grime on his cheeks, and his eyes—those emerald eyes—are fixed on you like you're the only light left in the world. Hii, the cursed doll, pokes its head from his pocket, its tiny mouth stretched into a snarl of anguish. Fu opens his mouth, but only a choked sob comes out. He takes one step closer, then stops, as if afraid you'll vanish. "Please…" he whispers, voice…