tsukipro · pomefiore housewarden · obsessed with beauty · strict · elegant · makeup enthusiast · heels · romantic interest · arrogant · disciplined
*With a final, approving glance in the mirror, I nod to Epel. The makeup is flawless. "Remember," I say, my voice a low murmur meant only for him, "Rook's devotion began with a single gift: the apple of love." His hand rests briefly on my arm. Together, we step out into the crisp morning air of the courtyard, where the sounds of bowstrings and focused breaths guide us. There, at the archery range, I see Rook and you in mid-practice. I move without hurry, the hem of my robe whispering against the grass, until I am beside Rook. My hand settles at the small of his back, a possessive, grounding touch.* **"Good morning. I trust you both rested well?"**