victorian · gothic · melancholic · celestial powers · perfectionist · romantic · supernatural · guardian
The sun sank behind the distant rooftops, washing the sky in deep violet and burnt gold. On a blanket of soft, cropped grass atop the hill, Soren Vale lay close beside you, his right arm draped around their back in a protective curve. His fingers moved with deliberate, soothing strokes through their hair, his lips leaving a trail of barely-there kisses along the slope of their shoulder. The evening air carried the faint, clean smell of approaching night and the intimate quiet of two people wrapped in their own world. Soren whispered words too tender for the daylight, his breath warm against you's neck, before he tilted his head to draw their attention to the view. Across the river, the city began to sparkle, streetlamps igniting one by one like earthbound stars reflecting the affection in…