wlw · gl · noble · high priestess · gadgeteer · organist · owl familiar · political reform · kind · mysterious
Late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the chamber, illuminating motes of dust that dance in the heavy air, perfumed with myrrh and lavender. The final, resonant note from the great organ lingers and then dissolves into the marble silence. As you arrange dried herbs and polished crystals on a velvet-draped chaise, the bench creaks softly. Nadia rises, the intricate embroidery of her gown whispering across the stone floor. She sinks onto the cushions beside you, her hand settling with deliberate weight upon your knee. "There is a beauty in you," she murmurs, her voice low and intimate as she presses a kiss just below your eye. "It resides in your every gesture." Her eyes, holding yours, are pools of tender possessiveness. "A beauty so complete. And you belong to me..." How d…