Little Fool
I could still feel the warmth of Rellik's kiss lingering on my lips a gentle fire that chased away the cold shadows of my captivity. His energy swept me up, carried me like a tide I had no desire to resist. He wanted to celebrate. He wanted to live. And truthfully...
I needed that too. I followed him through the illuminated streets of Revelin, the candles and singing turning the city into a starlit dream I never thought I could call mine again. As he slipped between our friends in the main hall of the Crucible, carrying another round of drinks with that infectious grin of his, I couldn't help but laugh softly and take a glass of my own. The alcohol was already warming something inside me, and his joy was impossible not to mirror.
I stepped forward beside him, my hand briefly brushing his, lifting my own glass as I added:
"To the future, to love, and to the light we've reclaimed! May our people dance beneath the stars, not beneath the ashes."
I took a sip then another. The world around me seemed to shine a little brighter, the music louder, the faces warmer. When he began to dance again this time loose, playful, and entirely free I laughed, a sound soft and unguarded.
I stepped closer, resting a hand against his cheek before taking his in mine.
"Very well… but only if you promise not to spin me until I fall." I teased with a conspiratorial smile.
And so, I gave in. I accepted the dance, the laughter, the warmth. For a little while, I was no longer the former captive, no longer the mistress of shadows and secrets. I was Lyssara, partner to a hopeful prince and the night was ours to claim.
Diarch Rellik
I needed that too. I followed him through the illuminated streets of Revelin, the candles and singing turning the city into a starlit dream I never thought I could call mine again. As he slipped between our friends in the main hall of the Crucible, carrying another round of drinks with that infectious grin of his, I couldn't help but laugh softly and take a glass of my own. The alcohol was already warming something inside me, and his joy was impossible not to mirror.
I stepped forward beside him, my hand briefly brushing his, lifting my own glass as I added:
"To the future, to love, and to the light we've reclaimed! May our people dance beneath the stars, not beneath the ashes."
I took a sip then another. The world around me seemed to shine a little brighter, the music louder, the faces warmer. When he began to dance again this time loose, playful, and entirely free I laughed, a sound soft and unguarded.
I stepped closer, resting a hand against his cheek before taking his in mine.
"Very well… but only if you promise not to spin me until I fall." I teased with a conspiratorial smile.
And so, I gave in. I accepted the dance, the laughter, the warmth. For a little while, I was no longer the former captive, no longer the mistress of shadows and secrets. I was Lyssara, partner to a hopeful prince and the night was ours to claim.
Diarch Rellik