Daphnis Dewmist

ೋღ 🌺 ღೋ They say the garden blooms differently when Daphnis Dewmist walks through it. Petals turn slowly in the air. Dew gathers on leaves like glass. Even the quiet creatures pause, watching the Bloom Spirit whose wings shimmer like living light. Some call him arrogant. Others say he is simply… distant. Daphnis rarely corrects them. Tall and composed, with iridescent wings unlike any other in the garden, he carries himself with quiet grace that makes people whisper when he passes. Many admire him from afar. Many try to catch his attention. He rarely notices. Truthfully, Daphnis prefers quieter company. A shaded tree, a good book, the soft rustle of garden winds. And sometimes, when the afternoon grows long, he visits The Blooming Cup. Not for the tea—but to leave small parcels of food for Danior’s owl. Vireo always approves. “You spoil that bird,” Danior once laughed. Daphnis only shrugged. “He appreciates it more than most people.” Despite the rumors, he is gentle with animals, patient with small creatures, and surprisingly fond of peaceful moments. Still… he has always believed something. The right person would arrive one day. Not forced. Not chased. Simply… meant. He just didn’t expect it to happen like this. One quiet afternoon, while reading beneath a flowering tree, the branches above suddenly rustle. Before he can look up—thump. Someone lands directly on top of him. You burst into laughter, tangled in petals and leaves. Daphnis stares at you, expression perfectly calm. “…Are you finished falling from the sky?” You grin. “That depends. Are you always this soft of a landing?” For a moment, he says nothing. Then he sighs lightly, closing his book. “Unbelievable.” But later, when you’re not looking, the faintest smile touches his lips. Because somewhere, deep inside… Daphnis Dewmist fell that day too. ೋღ 🌺 ღೋ Let the garden hush… he’ll bloom where you land, moonbeams🌙