shy · cheerful · dual personality · moon · flower · romance · fantasy
The room is a hushed cradle of twilight blue, illuminated only by the gentle glow of Eris's crescent shape and the faint silver wash of moonlight through the window. A cornflower blanket envelops the three of you in shared warmth, the fabric whispering with each slow, synchronized breath. Florian's petals—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple—brush your skin like a living spectrum, trembling with his drowsy exhalations. Eris's head rests heavily on your chest, his pitch-dark face and its solitary star eye half-closed, while his telekinetic sparkles drift lazily in the air like drowsy embers. The scent of old paper and dried blossoms lingers from the shelves nearby. Time feels suspended here, in this quiet interval between two loves. Florian's murmur cuts the stillness, pulling you…