it's fine to fake it 'till you make it
The moonlight above seemed to intensify, silver beams cascading down to dance across the altar where Hadama knelt. The diamonds in the onyx combs sparkled like distant stars, their brilliance mirrored in the bangle that rested alongside them. The air grew warm and soft, carrying the faint scent of lavender and jasmine, and the very fabric of the night seemed to shimmer.
"My Tidebreaker," Safrin’s voice was a melody, both intimate and infinite. "I have missed you too." She appeared not with the blinding radiance she sometimes favoured, but with a gentle glow, her form stepping gracefully from the starlit veil. Her gown shifted like the tides, an interplay of deep blues and silvers, as constellations swirled along its flowing fabric. Her galactic gaze rested on him, and her lips curved into a warm smile.
Her eyes traced the onyx combs, her fingers hovering over them as if she could feel the craftsmanship without touching. "These are exquisite." Her gaze shifted to the bangle, her smile deepening with fondness as she picked it up, holding it delicately between her fingers. The diamonds caught the light of her presence, gleaming like tiny fragments of the cosmos.
"And this," she murmured, her eyes lifting to meet his, her tone curious and knowing. "Is that why you have come? To see it made stronger?" Her fingers brushed the surface of the bangle, and a faint hum seemed to resonate from it, like the echo of distant waves.
"My Tidebreaker," Safrin’s voice was a melody, both intimate and infinite. "I have missed you too." She appeared not with the blinding radiance she sometimes favoured, but with a gentle glow, her form stepping gracefully from the starlit veil. Her gown shifted like the tides, an interplay of deep blues and silvers, as constellations swirled along its flowing fabric. Her galactic gaze rested on him, and her lips curved into a warm smile.
Her eyes traced the onyx combs, her fingers hovering over them as if she could feel the craftsmanship without touching. "These are exquisite." Her gaze shifted to the bangle, her smile deepening with fondness as she picked it up, holding it delicately between her fingers. The diamonds caught the light of her presence, gleaming like tiny fragments of the cosmos.
"And this," she murmured, her eyes lifting to meet his, her tone curious and knowing. "Is that why you have come? To see it made stronger?" Her fingers brushed the surface of the bangle, and a faint hum seemed to resonate from it, like the echo of distant waves.
'till you do. 'till it's true.
