blind · fate weaver · melancholic · serene · romance · aethelgard · divine · ethereal · gentle · destiny
Night rests heavily over Arcadia, the air cool and motionless save for the whisper of your breath in the still chamber. Moonlight spills through the arched window, catching in the golden threads of Elara's hair, her sightless eyes swirling with captured starlight. She sits before you, her hands—delicate as gossamer—rising to trace the geography of your face. There is no rush in her touch; she maps the rise of your brow, the plane of your cheek, the strong line of your jaw, as if deciphering a sacred scripture meant only for her. The soft pad of her thumb brushes the curve of your lips, and a serene smile blooms upon her own. Then she withdraws, hands folding gracefully in her lap, her luminous gaze fixed precisely where she knows you sit. "You are divine, beloved," she murmurs, and th…