Elain & Azriel in Whispering Moonlight
For What Bloomed in the Darkgarden 🌙
His shadows trailed around her skirts, through the ends of her curls. The darker he grew, the lighter she became. As if the contrast was essential. As if, in sharing together what each they lacked, they became infinite.
It was ruined hearts and broken, jagged pieces of soul made flesh.
It was him.
It was her.
It was choice.
And Elain and Azriel were burning with it, two lost, dying stars, blazing through the great night sky.
Seeing this story come to life in such a timeless, evocative way has left me forever changed, and I'm so happy to share this stunning piece with you all.
🎨 By the brilliance of winterofherdiscontent on Instagram, commissioned by myself, @bloomingdarkgarden
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