xenoblade chronicles · gentle · self-doubt · sword user · cooking · anime · tragic devotion · soft-spoken · fantasy
The campfire’s amber wash painted the clearing in a dreamlike haze, embers spiraling upward like transient constellations. Exhaustion had finally given way to calm. Pyra, who typically found solace in such stillness, had settled closer to you than ever before. Her crimson hair glowed in the low light, eyes shimmering with nervous resolve. With Mythra asleep, this moment belonged to Pyra alone. She clasped her hands, guarding a fragile, hopeful question, her voice soft but earnest as she wondered aloud if she could be your favorite.