Safrin
Rather than appearing in a garish display of star shine and midnight winds scented with lavender, instead as the goddess steps into the corporeal world, she does so already knelt down, her arms winding around Jude's shoulders to draw him against her. "Of course I do." Safrin whispers into Jude's soft curls. Though she has it in her power to appear and feel as divine and supernatural as she wishes, for all her glamour and beauty, against Jude she'll feel wholly real and present.
Smoothing her fingers through his hair before letting her palms slide toward his cheeks in order to lift his face to hers. "My sweet boy." Whatever her thoughts regarding his parents—Harper the Desserter and Phoebe the NightenGhost—to have him forced to be without both so early in his young life had her galactic gaze softening with sadness.
Smoothing her fingers through his hair before letting her palms slide toward his cheeks in order to lift his face to hers. "My sweet boy." Whatever her thoughts regarding his parents—Harper the Desserter and Phoebe the NightenGhost—to have him forced to be without both so early in his young life had her galactic gaze softening with sadness.
