#i hope the rest was history thing didn't sound too basic kn wrapping things up 😭

[luminous-letters]

silver + dress becoz... he is my light... my love...

treasure....

(bonus if it's the aurora dress from the dancing in the woods scenario)

hehe have fun~! feel free to reject a request if it feels to burdensome~~~

mannn. i'm sorry it took a while for me to get back to answering asks for the event 😭. school's back and i'll be spending more of my time on studies so i might only update on weekends.

anyways, here's ur silver fluff 💛✨ I hope you like it 💛

The rain was a guilty pleasure. It was peace, silence. Moreso for a lone couple that rested far beyond the mountainside, inside a stout cabin.

You needn't worry about the noise of civilization. The rattles and clangs of busied townsfolk were traded for the songs of birds and the rustle of leaves against the wind.

Of course, cottage life wasn't all about sweet tea with vines and flowers. It too demanded its fair share of labor and patience.

There were animals that you had to tend to and the grain that you'd sown. The house, old and rickety, always had a thing or two that needed refurbishing. And don't forget about the vines and weeds that you had to regularly trim, lest they root themselves somewhere they could cause serious damage.

But you and Silver had attuned to this sort of lifestyle through the years. The scent of earth and the dirt on your boots, and your muddied clothes and hair matted from sweat. All of that work was made easy with each other's comfort.

"MC," a voice called, pulling you out from deep thought.

"Mm?" You asked him.

"I found something when I cleaned the closet. I thought that maybe you'd like it," Silver sounded excited.

You looked from the window to Silver. Your vision floated to what he was holding, a dress.

It had been a few years since you last saw it, yet time seemed to have no effect. It looked the same as you last worn it.

A white, collared top, paired with a flowing length of warm gray, both held together by a black corset in the middle. The dress had a noticable stitch at the bottom, where it looked like cloth had been torn.

They were the same garbs that you wore that day when you ran deep into the heart of the unknown forest.

"Can anyone hear me?" You called, almost howling.

The bright, blue skies of your hometown faded into the gloomy dark green atmosphere of the forest.

There were no signs of life to be found. The trees were dead, the path was dim, and silence abound.

Like frightened prey, you ran aimlessly. The thickening fog of the woods began to mess up your mind. Sounds and words began to snake itself into your mind, furthering you into a pit of fear.

Your mind screamed for you to run, and run you did. As far as your legs carried you, as far as your lungs could handle. You didn't even care that brambles tugged at your clothes. One thought repeated itself in your mind, and that was to escape.

For one stricken with fear, each second seemed to be eternity. The mind could not comprehend time, for it abandoned rationality for the primal instinct to survive.

Just when your mind was at the brink of collapse, a voice called from the shadowed foliage.

"Calm down, deep breaths," the voice instructed.

"Who are you..?"

"Someone you can trust."

"I... I..."

"You can calm down now, you're safe here. Now, deep breaths..."

You followed the stranger's instructions.

"There we go."

All fear dissipated from your body, and waves of relief washed over you. Relief to have found another soul amidst a land of thorns and shadows.

The two of you sat on a fallen log by the river, where the sky was clear and free of the dark. There you told stories of yourselves to pass the time. It helped ease your nerves, as well as help you rest.

"I got lost. I was wandering by the edge of our home, then the next moment I was here," you explained, twirling the hem of your dress around your fingertips.

"How about you?" you asked him. He was no older than you. His hair was silvery and had a sheen to it. It reminded you of the swords you saw back home.

"I was sent here by my father to train," he looked at you, enthusiasm in his eyes. They were the color of aurora, the myriad of colors that you've read in various prose.

"By yourself? Don't you get lonely? I sure would."

"It doesn't bother me. All of this leads to something in the future— to become a worthy retainer."

"Well, I don't know what a retainer is but I'm sure you'll turn out to be the best one day."

"Thank you."

It was getting dark. Dusk began to ease its way through the sky, with the waxing gibbous moon following shortly after.

The wind had picked up the pace, sending the long fabrics of your dress to flow freely in the wind. The wind was uplifting. In childish glee, you twirled and attempted a ballerina's pirouette.

Your audience gave you a thumbs up for your performance, offering you a soft smile.

"I set up camp nearby, it's best that we take shelter before it gets any darker."

"Lead the way."

And the rest was history.