‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝙻𝙰𝙳𝚈 ‍𝗈𝖿 ‍ 𝕳𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗 ‍ .ᐟ

the cave-mouth yawned open behind her, breathing cool, air across the moss-softened stones. melinoë stepped out barefoot, the hem of her gossamer robe trailing behind her like mist. twilight bled across the sky, purpling the forest in ⠀₊

the bar was loud, sticky-floored, and full of people pretending they weren’t lonely. melinoë sat at the far end, one boot resting on the bar stool rung like she was waiting. in front of her sat a glass of scotch. neat, golden, untouched.