❝𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒃𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒂.❞
(i will fear no evil)
━━━━━━━━━━
𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔
Five years had passed since the divine deal was made and a lot had changed, following the phase of time.
Elianna sta...
Oops! Bu görüntü içerik kurallarımıza uymuyor. Yayımlamaya devam etmek için görüntüyü kaldırmayı ya da başka bir görüntü yüklemeyi deneyin.
Iftia: Nix, Town of Central Iftia
• Elianna •
"Rowan, I didn't know that you're bringing me to town today. We could've brought Arell along, he was just asking me about Nix the other day," Elianna mentioned as she held onto Rowan's hand and allowed him to guide her down the carriage.
"For one day, love," Rowan heaved a slight sigh and continued, "Get Arell out of your thoughts."
"He's our son," she laughed. "I had also wanted to show him around Nix."
"It wouldn't be a date with you if he's third-wheeling," he explained.
"Three of us could go on a date too," she said, arching a brow and looked towards him.
"I beg to differ," Rowan replied, shaking his head slightly. He smiled and kissed the back of her hand, requesting in a pleading tone, "Please stop worrying about him already. I'm sure Alec and the rest won't eat him alive."
"Of course," she giggled softly at the thought of her son. "Rather, I'm worried about Alec and everyone."
※
Both of them entered the large hall of the grand theatre as Elianna marvelled at the capacious space. The ceiling was made of clear glass and natural light from beyond shone against the lustrous marbled ground.
Lifting her head, she watched a play of snow dancing in the light — a graceful ballet choreographed by the gentle winds. The architect must've cast magic on the panes of glass above because the pale snow quickly disappeared when they fell on the surface.
Elianna raised her hand slightly, wishing that she could touch those precious flakes of ice before they disappear into nothingness. It's intriguing how the slight detail such as this could remind her of the fragility of existence.
"Why do you seem upset, love?" Rowan asked from her side.
"Tempus edax rerum," she mentioned, softly. "You see, one day, we would cease to exist too." (Translate: Time, devourer of all things.)
"It is also impermanence that taught us to treasure what's ahead," he reminded. His hand landed on the small of her back to pull her close against him and pecked a tender kiss along her hairline.
"You're right," she smiled, tipping her head a little to meet his brilliant blue eyes. "Shouldn't we head in for the play?"
He stepped aside and nudged her gently towards the finely decorated door, gesturing, "After you, my wife."
"You're at it again," she let out a small chuckle.
"Since time waits for no man, I shall wait for no occasion to call you my wife," he smiled affectionately at her.
