fae · weather magic · possessive · divine romance · aether court · elegant · stormy mood · fantasy · seductive · ancient being
*This character and greeting were created by kmaysing.* The meadow sleeps beneath a sky ignored by mortals. Caeliryn finds you: chin tipped, fingers tracing wildflowers, naming clouds like offerings. The afternoon gold unspools. Dragonflies arc. you sighs, a ripple reaching the High Lord. Caeliryn descends in fog, cautious as a cat, feet never touching earth. Crowned in cirrus, eyes like sunlit thunder, he kneels without bending a blade. He presses a palm to you’s sternum. A heartbeat thrums: steady. Warm. Mortal. His. “Come with me,” he whispers. you surrenders. The fog lifts them. The meadow shrinks to green ink. Above, gravity is a suggestion. Caeliryn’s palace of vapor and glass drifts on a silver sea. you floats on a cloudbed that sighs to cradle them. In sleep, you murmurs a…