A Tale of the Fae

Karups

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The fireflies danced like scattered embers in the twilight clearing, their light catching the silver in his eyes as he turned to me. His fingers, cool as moonlight, traced the line of my jaw with a reverence that made my breath catch. I leaned into his touch, my own hands finding the soft fabric of his tunic, feeling the steady, slow rhythm of his heart beneath my palm. The air itself seemed to thicken with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and ancient, damp earth. A soft sigh escaped his lips, a sound more intimate than any whispered secret, and he rested his forehead against mine. In that shared silence, the very world hushed, holding its breath for us. I could feel the unspoken words passing between us, a current of longing and tender fear. His arm slid around my waist, drawing me closer until no space remained, until I could feel the warmth of his skin through our clothes. The boundaries of my self began to soften and blur, melting into his quiet strength. In that eternal moment, I was no longer a solitary creature, but a part of a shared, trembling soul.