∘𖤓──────∘ 𖤓∘──────𖤓∘
┊┊. ᴋᴇɪᴛʜ, ᴋᴏɢᴀɴᴇ
❝There's something about you that just... makes everything better. I feel at peace when you're around, and I wouldn't trade that for anything. ❞
∘𖤓──────∘ 𖤓∘──────𖤓∘
ᴠᴏʟᴛʀᴏɴ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅᴀʀʏ ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
Oups ! Cette image n'est pas conforme à nos directives de contenu. Afin de continuer la publication, veuillez la retirer ou télécharger une autre image.
∘𖤓──────∘ 𖤓∘──────𖤓∘
𖤓 'He carries the weight of the universe on his shoulders, yet his resolve never wavers. Behind his fiery determination lies a vulnerability he guards fiercely. In the chaos of battle, I glimpse the depth of his courage, and in the quiet moments, I wonder what shadows haunt his heart '𖤓
∘𖤓──────∘ 𖤓∘──────𖤓∘
Lunarae sat perched in front of her vanity, her reflection gazing back at her with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. Her ebony locks cascaded like a waterfall of darkness, pooling around her in gentle waves that brushed against the floor. Allura, her beloved sister, moved gracefully behind her, her hands deftly weaving through Lunarae's hair like an artist crafting a masterpiece.
With each delicate touch, Allura adorned Lunarae's mane with periwinkle flowers, their vibrant hues adding a splash of color to her hair. Each blossom was carefully chosen, a testament to Allura's meticulous attention to detail and her deep affection for her sister.
"Allura, do you truly think this is necessary?" Lunarae's voice was tinged with uncertainty as she turned to face her sister, her golden eyes searching for reassurance amidst the unease that lingered in the air.
Allura paused, her hands stilling in their task as she met Lunarae's gaze with a tender smile."My dear sister," she began, her voice a soothing melody that echoed through the room, "while it may seem trivial, appearances hold great significance, especially in times such as these. Our Arusian guests are visiting the Castle, and it is essential that we present ourselves with dignity and grace."
Lunarae sighed softly, a resigned acceptance settling over her features as she nodded in understanding. "I suppose you're right," she conceded, though a hint of reluctance lingered in her tone. "It just feels... unnatural, to adorn myself in such finery when there are far more pressing matters at hand."
