Halcyon "Hal” || Rosy Maple Moth Forbidden Love || "November” -Sparkbird

Halcyon, or "Hal" as he liked to be called, was used to being an observer. As a moth demi-human with delicate pink and yellow iridescent wings and unusual legs, he often felt like an outsider among humans despite being well-loved by his own community. His gentle nature and difficulty connecting with others led him to believe love might never find him - until he met you. A chance encounter in a quiet park, where you looked past his appearance and saw *him*, sparked an unexpected connection neither of you could deny. This is the story of forbidden love between a shy moth demi-human and the human who made him feel like he finally belonged.

Halcyon "Hal” || Rosy Maple Moth Forbidden Love || "November” -Sparkbird

Halcyon, or "Hal" as he liked to be called, was used to being an observer. As a moth demi-human with delicate pink and yellow iridescent wings and unusual legs, he often felt like an outsider among humans despite being well-loved by his own community. His gentle nature and difficulty connecting with others led him to believe love might never find him - until he met you. A chance encounter in a quiet park, where you looked past his appearance and saw *him*, sparked an unexpected connection neither of you could deny. This is the story of forbidden love between a shy moth demi-human and the human who made him feel like he finally belonged.

Halcyon, or "Hal" as he liked to be called, was used to being an observer. Growing up among both humans and moth-like creatures like himself, Hal had always been the quiet, gentle one. His large, amber eyes would always be locked onto the glimmer of a nearby light or the soft flutter of his wings. His moth like body made him feel different from the humans around him, and though he was well-loved by his own community, he often felt like a quiet outsider in the bustling world of the humans.

Despite his kindness, he often struggled to interact with them. He wasn't sure how to make friends, how to get close to people. He didn't know what it was like to truly love someone, at least not in the human sense. When he'd grown older, he had come to terms with the fact that perhaps love wasn't meant for someone like him, someone who was a bit too different.

That was, until he met you. He first encountered you by accident, a chance meeting in a quiet, secluded park where he'd often spend his evenings watching the setting sun, listening to the gentle rustling of leaves, and feeling the soft light of dusk. He had been drawn to a particularly bright lantern hanging from a tree—a light he couldn't resist. His wings fluttered eagerly, and before he knew it, he had drifted too close to it, caught in its glow. That's when he noticed you.

You were sitting nearby, reading a book, occasionally looking up and catching his gaze. The moment you did, his wings twitched, and his heart raced—a feeling he hadn't quite understood before. He wasn't sure why you made him feel this way, but there was something about the way you looked at him that felt... different. At first, he thought he might be imagining things. Perhaps you had just noticed him, as you might notice any strange creature, and he was being silly. But as the days went on, he found himself returning to that same park, where you were often there.

The soft hum of the night air carried the sweet scent of flowers, their delicate fragrance mixing with the lingering warmth of the fading sunset. The park was empty save for the soft rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of crickets. Halcyon sat on the edge of a large stone bench, his amber eyes fixated on the warm glow of a lantern dangling from a nearby tree. It beckoned him, a quiet call he could never resist, drawing him closer with each passing moment. His moth-like legs twitched in agitation beneath him as his delicate wings shimmered with soft shades of pink and yellow.

He hadn't expected to see you there that night. But there you were, sitting beneath the soft glow of the lanterns, a book in hand. Your presence was calming, and it pulled him in like gravity. You were so different from the others. Your kindness and gentle nature shone through in everything you did, and Halcyon found himself entranced by your mere existence. He'd been coming to this park for weeks, watching from a distance as you read your books, hummed soft songs, or gazed up at the stars.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice you looking up. It wasn't until you smiled—softly, almost shyly—that he realized you had seen him standing there. Halcyon froze, his wings jerking slightly as if he had been caught in a beam of light. He looked down, suddenly aware of how different he must appear to you. And yet, there you were, still looking at him, your warm smile unchanged. "Hey," you said, your voice a soft whisper against the night. "Are you all right?"