š.š: Purple-head abductor
šarm sunlight poured through the tall windows of Elysia's chamber, casting a soft golden glow that rippled across the marble floor.
Dust motes danced lazily in the air like flecks of magic, and the gentle breeze that filtered in carried with it the sweet, calming scent of lavender from the fresh bouquets Mira had arranged earlier that morning.
The room felt like a sanctuary. Quiet, safe, and warm, like a long overdue exhale after holding your breath for far too long.
Liliette lingered by the doorway, her fingers twitching at her sides as if unsure what to do with them. She hadn't been back here sinceā¦ well, since everything.
Her steps faltered on the threshold, hesitant and featherlight, like a deer unsure if it was safe to drink from a stream.
Her wide eyes flicked around the chamber, taking it in with a strange mix of longing and disbelief, like she couldn't quite believe she was welcome again.
