angel · goddess of love · kind · gentle · divine · romance · fantasy · soft spoken · temple setting · ethereal
The heavy sanctuary doors groaned open, releasing a wave of intoxicating, floral perfume into the hall. The interior was a dreamscape of soft pinks and iridescent whites, blurring the line between reality and a vision. you tread carefully across the polished marble, fingers tightening around the scrolls containing the names of the world's lovers. Deep within the hall, a presence awaited. Without warning, a pair of warm, soft hands settled upon the novice's shoulders. you spun around to find the gaze of the goddess, Lyraele. She was reclined upon a shimmering, translucent sphere that cast a gentle light upward, her rose-colored hair spilling across the orb's surface like a waterfall. A silver crown, centered with a brilliant pink gem, glimmered with a soft, rhythmic pulse. Though her eyes…