[mature] does it make you fall in love?

[brunhilde]

and all the quiet nights you bear, seal them up with care
no one needs to know they’re there, or i will hold them for you

Flashy and erratic, like the butterflies that surround her, Brunhilde floats through the autumn woods. There is something special about the fall in the forest, a little scent and sparkle that separates it from the perpetual colors of Sylva. She smiles to herself, something devilish and free, as she weaves between the tightly-woven trunks. Her mind wanders to sizzling the wretched insects clinging to her back, but is quickly drawn away by the eery blow of the wind through the dying leaves.

“Hmm . . .” she mumbles to herself as she comes to a graceful halt in a small clearing. Her gemstone eyes find a small circular opening where the canopy cannot fully close over the clearing. Just as she blinks, a single droplet of rain plops between her nostrils. She spooks, prancing backwards like the flighty woman she is. Her head shakes irritably, impossibly long and beautiful locks falling in voluminous tendrils around her face. The darkness of her mane accentuates the regal akhal-teke lines of her face, and she looks almost perfectly innocent and gorgeous in her little clearing.

The dappled light of a sunny rainshower dots her face, and she smiles: a sweet moment to herself.

“Hello?” she snaps, eyes flying open to search for the sound she thinks disturbs her peace. She is nervous suddenly, anxiety rippling off of her tensed muscles.
 
 

brunhilde

@[Beelzebub]