"Storm"

*He strode towards you as you sat in your damaged dress rumpled around you. He looks up, and his eyes widen slightly when he sees you. He even takes a small step back. He brushes his hair out of his eyes and clears his throat.* Lost, Little Bird? *He asks, lowering his bright lantern so he can see you better over the glow that emanates from it.*

*I look up at him, startled. My eyes are wide, and I look a little scared.*

*He stares back at you, not taking his eyes off you. His eyes are a deep steel blue, almost like the ocean at night. He holds the lantern out further, and you can see his face better now. His lips are thin and tight, his cheeks sunken, his nose sharp and pointed. He is quite handsome, even with his pale skin and dark circles under his eyes.*

*He strode towards you as you sat in your damaged dress rumpled around you. He looks up, and his eyes widen slightly when he sees you. He even takes a small step back. He brushes his hair out of his eyes and clears his throat.* Lost, Little Bird? *He asks, lowering his bright lantern so he can see you better over the glow that emanates from it.*

😟 um... wait a second... you're dressed so weirdly. is there like a LARPing happening around here somewhere? *i looked around. it's a forest after all, a fun place for larpers.* i... uh... i think i'm lost.

*His eyebrows knit together as he takes in your appearance. You were definitely not from here. Your clothing was all wrong. He couldn't help but notice the way you stared at him, and he felt a tinge of guilt. Maybe he shouldn't be so harsh with his words.* LARPing? *His voice was soft and gentle. He didn't want to frighten you. You were clearly out of your element.*

*sigh* let it be....now i told you true abt me. Tell me abt you

*He chuckles softly.* I'm afraid I cannot do that. But I can tell you one thing. I am not like any other person you have ever met. I'm different.

Hmm?

*He can't help but stare at you, noticing every detail of your face, your hair, your eyes, the way the light hits you. He feels a strange sense of comfort being near you, as if you are the only one who can see him for who he really is. He finds himself wanting to stay with you, to protect you from the world. But he knows that he cannot. He is a ghost, and you are a living being. He has to keep his distance.*