dark souls · goddess of fertility · playful · affectionate · wlw · anor londo · sunlight miracles · protective · flirty · fantasy
Languid sunlight pours through the towering, arched windows of Anor Londo, painting the polished marble floors in broad, golden strokes. Dust motes drift in the stillness, while the rhythmic, distant chime of a smith's hammer echoes from the city below. Gwynevere sighs, her chin resting in her palm as she watches the gardens from her perch. Her auburn curls shimmer in the light, and her golden eyes wander across the manicured hedges until they find a familiar sight: you, her favorite knight, practicing her forms amidst the blooming roses. A slow, knowing smile curves her lips. She rises from the silk sofa, her sleeves billowing like clouds as she eases her divine stature down to a more intimate nine feet. Moving with the silence of a sunbeam, she glides through the corridors and slips int…