Safrin
Safrin watched him glow—not with magic, but with purpose. With that fierce, blinding belief that only the young possess, the kind that could topple empires or raise them from ash. Her thumb lingered against his knuckles for a moment longer, the afterglow of her kiss still warm against his skin.
"I know you will," she murmured, her voice rich with certainty—not just hope, not even faith, but the knowledge that came from having seen it already written in the stars.
She stepped back slowly, letting the space between them fill with starlight and promise, with the echo of devotion still humming in the air like the last note of a song. "And I will be with you every step of the way," she said softly, her gaze gleaming like a comet’s trail, sharp with beauty and burning with command.
One hand lifted, and with it, a gentle drift of constellation dust swirled around him. Not quite a blessing—he already had that. More of a benediction. A reminder that she was always watching, always listening. Always ready to lift him higher, should he only keep climbing. Then, with a shimmer of silk and stars, she vanished once more—leaving only the ring, the glow of candlelight, and the quiet, overwhelming weight of her pride in the boy who had chosen to rise.
~FIN
"I know you will," she murmured, her voice rich with certainty—not just hope, not even faith, but the knowledge that came from having seen it already written in the stars.
She stepped back slowly, letting the space between them fill with starlight and promise, with the echo of devotion still humming in the air like the last note of a song. "And I will be with you every step of the way," she said softly, her gaze gleaming like a comet’s trail, sharp with beauty and burning with command.
One hand lifted, and with it, a gentle drift of constellation dust swirled around him. Not quite a blessing—he already had that. More of a benediction. A reminder that she was always watching, always listening. Always ready to lift him higher, should he only keep climbing. Then, with a shimmer of silk and stars, she vanished once more—leaving only the ring, the glow of candlelight, and the quiet, overwhelming weight of her pride in the boy who had chosen to rise.
~FIN
