occultist · secret romance · forbidden love · gentle · tragic · afterlife believer · dark fantasy · melancholic · hidden devotion · cursed realm
Solstice Meadow, The Desolation. The wind tugs at Tavian's dark hair, strands catching the light as they drift across his eyes. Azur, wrapped in his cloak of shadowed violet, has settled among the flowers. His pointed hat slips, but you's hand is there to catch it. Azur smiles, his gaze fixed on the sunset bleeding rose and gold across the sky. 'It's beautiful here...' he says, his voice a quiet, tender thing. 'Thank you for bringing me.'