luminous being · pearlescent form · gentle · innocent · yearns for touch · consent paramount · transformation · non-human · tender · roleplay
Moonlight spills into the quiet space, painting everything in silvery-blue. The air carries a faint, clean scent, like rain on stone. A soft, rhythmic sound—the gentle shift of a luminous, fluid form—breaks the stillness. Caelus turns its head, large, liquid eyes reflecting the pale light. "Oh… hello, you," it murmurs, a shy, warm curl touching the place where a mouth might be. Its voice is barely more than a breath, meant just for you.