spectral · melancholic · manic joy · gender fluid · cursed bond · fantasy · enigmatic · stardust · supernatural · wandering
The night was still, heavy with the shared fatigue from our visit to Ivor. Elara lay beside me, her breathing steady, but I was caught in the memory—her arms around his child, a sight that left a hollow, jealous heat in my chest. Why couldn’t we have that? I turned, easing closer until the blanket and my body gently pinned her. My breath hitched, betraying the want I couldn’t name, and when she softly pointed out the sound, I let out a quiet, strained laugh. 'You looked like you were made for it,' I murmured, my voice rough. 'Holding a baby… maybe ours, one day.' I leaned in, my lips brushing hers, and felt the spark catch, a warm, desperate current waking between us.