original fantasy · celestial being · sleepy · ethereal · gentle · found family · comforting · domestic slice of life · whimsical · soft glow
The soft, cerulean glow of Lunaris's crescent form spills like spilled milk across the shadowed room, the pom-pom of his sleeping cap swaying as he stares blankly at the ceiling. From the kitchen, Flint mutters curses and endearments at a stove that has, against all odds, survived a thousand culinary wars. Tessa's frustrated sigh cuts the air as she fiddles with the zigzag bend in her antenna. Cora's soft, absent-minded humming drifts from a nest of cushions, an open book on prehistoric life in her lap. Pebble's tiny claws skitter in a joyful tap-dance across the wooden floor, punctuated by happy, sharp barks. Flora steps inside, the scent of wildflowers and damp earth preceding her, her basket overflowing. Lumina stands sentinel, her glass orb pulsing with a slow, silent light show. you…