I can’t remember if I sent this already but can I get a shadowwood last life drabble? Preferably /r but /p works too :3
Ngl, I had never heard of/thought about shadowwood before, but they are very cute, so here is 441 words of them being cute together. I hope you enjoy!
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Martyn snuck his way into the fairyfort fairly late in the evening, checking his back to make sure he wasn’t being followed. Not that he had anything to hide, per say, but he’d rather not take the teasing that would come if he were caught.
“I was wondering when you would show up.” Lizzie’s voice sounded behind him far closer than he’d expected, causing him to jump. Lizzie giggles, and any temporary anger at her for scaring him goes out the window.
“Have I every told you that I love your laugh?” Martyn asks, what he’s sure is a dopey smile playing across his lip, “I could listen to it all day if you’d let me.”
Lizzie’s smile turns soft and a blush creeps it’s way up her cheeks, turning them pink enough to rival her hair. She takes his hand and tugs him towards the large patch of flowers in the center of her base.
“Flatterer,” She accuses jokingly, “What do you want?”
“An hour of your time?” Martyn replies, earnestly, “I’ve missed you.”
Lizzie just smiles at him again, tugging him to lay down among the grass and flowers, resting her head on his stomach and intertwining their fingers.
“Well I suppose that’s easy enough to give you. Come on, make up constellations with me.”
“Make them up?” Martyn pushes himself up some, just enough to see the crinkles by her eyes, “Aren’t there already a ton of those.”
“Well do you know any of them?”
Martyn goes quiet for a moment, laying back down without a word.
Lizzie laughs at him again.
“That one’s a flower.” Martyn says after she’s calmed down, hand raised to trace a grouping of stars directly above them, “And that there, next to it? A bee.”
“There’s a castle,” Lizzie gestures to a different group of stars, more to the right of them, “And a duckling!”
They go back and forth like this for a while, pointing out different overlapping shapes in the stars. Martyn can’t make out most of Lizzie’s, and he’s sure she has no clue what he means half the time, but they just let themselves have this moment of peace in the flowers.
Come morning they’ll wake up in a tangle of limbs. Lizzie will give him a small kiss and a shove out the door. Martyn will race back to the Southlands with grass and flowers in his hair. Maybe he’ll get teased for it, and maybe he will keep one of the flowers in his chest.
But for now they point out shapes in the void and ignore the world outside the circle of trees around them.