golden scabbards, baring of teeth, billowing skirts, sharing of fruit, holding hands with the mourning

You had been drawn to the forest from a young age. You had enjoyed scampering along the downtrodden paths, venturing into the undergrowth, climbing the trees. It wasn’t out of pure curiosity nor boredom, but something more, something that should have been simple but too complex for you to ever know as a child.

You didn’t think much of it as you grew older; too old to play in the woods anymore, but your eyes lingered as you walked to the bus, as you sat in your classroom seat. It didn’t start to come together until your mother finally sat you down and explained the history of your family: you were a nymph.

The trees were your life force long ago, and your anscestors were forever linked to their trunks, where to stray too far away would mean certain death. When your kind had begun to mingle with humans, it freed you from that bond, but the feeling still lingered; it’s why you felt the bark thrum beneath your fingers or the rustling of leaves speak to you. It’s why you had felt rooted to the forest floor when you entered the next time, like you were part of it, and that to step outside of the treeline would surely split your heart in two.

AH I actually make sure I do that if no one else is listening!!! That’s so crazy—but thank you so much for telling me that, this made me smile!

Eyes that glow, pink and red fireworks, having a presence that others cower away from, flirty smirks that makes others’ hearts stutter, a bold highlighter on your cheeks

the first to lend a helping hand, twiddling thumbs, the grandest excitement at your first herb seeds beginning to rise, dog-walking in the park on a sunny yet cool afternoon, painting your nails a soft natural shade

Riding in the back of your friend’s truck and listening to their music, having the fluffiest hair, could spend all your time playing fetch with a dog, waking up early to watch the sunrise, a special necklace hidden under your shirt

dazzling smiles and curious eyes, bells/coins wrapped around the waist that jingle with each step, sheepish looks toward a crush, taking the stairs two or three at a time, pep talks in the mirror

dancing around a bonfire, collecting gemstones, thrifting surprisingly good items, tracing your hand along the wall, a fire burning in your eyes

Laying in meadows and feeling the grass on your skin, pulling petals from a flower and saying “they love me, they love me not...”, chasing fireflies, hand-me-down clothing and furniture, writing poetry on any surface you can find (paper, your hand, etc)

🥺🥺 me? Thank you so much!! Right back at you, love!! 💞