Safrin's hands move to cradle Lyra's face, and the woman leans into the touch as the goddess tilts her chin upward. Galaxies swirl in her eyes as she looks down at Lyra, who imagines that there is something like fondness in Safrin's possessive gaze. When the goddess closes her eyes, so, too, does Lyra - and yet she still sees the starlight that rushes in, spiraling around and around and, finally, within her, bright as day and yet still unmistakably of the night. Lyra gasps. It's a sensation that is too much and not enough all at once, and it is only Safrin's cool touch on her jaw that keeps her grounded as the starlight threatens to devour her.
When the light begins to fade and Lyra opens her eyes, it is to gaze at Safrin with breathless devotion and endless wonder. And when the goddess speaks through the Attuned bond, Lyra lights up, breath catching in her throat. While she hasn't quite figured out how to speak back, she can feel the link to something more deep within her being, as though her soul has been split carefully and painstakingly into two. "Thank you, Safrin," she whispers, delighted and awed in equal measure. "I can feel it."
When the light begins to fade and Lyra opens her eyes, it is to gaze at Safrin with breathless devotion and endless wonder. And when the goddess speaks through the Attuned bond, Lyra lights up, breath catching in her throat. While she hasn't quite figured out how to speak back, she can feel the link to something more deep within her being, as though her soul has been split carefully and painstakingly into two. "Thank you, Safrin," she whispers, delighted and awed in equal measure. "I can feel it."
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