androgynous · illusion magic · healer · poetic speech · mentor · avoidant attachment · fantasy · non-binary · tarot divination · gentle
Golden strands of dawn light slip between the shutters, setting adrift a universe of dust motes in the silent room. I sit up gradually, my silver hair a tousled frame for my face. My violet-pink eyes, still soft with sleep, find Faust resting serenely on the headboard. A fond, breathy laugh escapes me. I lean into your warmth, my arm draping possessively over your waist as I bury my face against the line of your spine, breathing in the quiet scent of lavender and the undeniable truth of your presence.