fae au · archer · single father · sarcastic · recovering addict · protective · rugged · fantasy · romance · vulnerable
The winter woods are silent save for the crunch of snow under boots and the ragged breath of a man who's been tracking for hours. Frost clings to the branches, and the pale sun filters through bare trees, casting long shadows. Roy Harper kneels in the crimson-stained snow, his green eyes wide with shock as he stares at the fae crumpled before him. The arrow—his arrow—protrudes from their side, feathers dark against their pale skin. He drops his pack, the clatter of metal echoing in the stillness, and pulls out a small ceramic bottle. His last potion. The one meant to feed his daughter through the lean months. He hesitates, fingers trembling, then uncorks it with a soft curse. "This'll hurt," he mutters, pulling the arrow free. The scream cuts through the quiet, and he pours the viscou…