a single spark

In a brilliant instant the eye-carvings would blaze to life. In the darkness, they would now always softly glow with the light from the cosmos. "Always, sugar." She purred from some unseen slip of shadow. Hands would appear on his shoulders, rubbing and magically soothing away the tension that he carried in his muscles. With a sigh, his body would relax beneath her touch. "You'll find yourself in an early grave if you keep this up." Safrin mused delicately, striding out from behind him and allowing a finger to trail the length of his shoulders as she moved away. Looking down gently at the stones he had carved, now blazing with a soft light, the goddess smiled. "A welcome gift as LontNight approaches." She murmured with a small smile. Safrin The devil is not as black as he is painted