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💕⋆｡˚✧ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆03.09⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ. ✧˚｡⋆💕
🍰♡ ༘*.ﾟ🧸🎀 Happy Birthday ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ 🎂 ༘⋆
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The night had grown quiet after the party.
Only a single wall lamp was still on, spilling warm golden light across the room. Lyra had curled up in the corner of the sofa, half-lost to sleep, when the cushion beside her dipped slightly.
A small cake appeared on the coffee table in front of her.
The frosting shimmered softly under the dim light. A silver sugar star rested on top—like a tiny moon—and the candle flame flickered gently, the only bright thing left in the room.
“For a night that belongs only to us.”
Tenna settled beside her, the faint rustle of his tailcoat breaking the quiet. Then he leaned in, the screen of his face brushing lightly against her lips—leaving behind a brief kiss, warm with a soft crackle of static.
“Happy birthday, my little star. Make a wish.”
Lyra watched the candle for a moment.
Then she closed her eyes and blew it out.
The flame vanished, leaving a thin ribbon of smoke curling upward. For a second, the room felt even quieter.
And then she turned, throwing herself into his arms.
Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as she buried her face into the velvet of his chest—cool from the night, carrying that familiar electric warmth that only belonged to him.
“My wish this year,” she murmured softly,
“has already come true. Thank you.”
He only held her tighter.
A low hum vibrated through his chest, steady and calm. Lyra gently rubbed her cheek against the cool edge of his screen while he rested his chin on top of her head, quietly pulling her closer.
The wall lamp cast their shadows across the wall, swaying together in the warm light.
The untouched cake sat on the table.
The candle had already gone dark.
But the wish didn’t need to be spoken.
It had already taken shape somewhere between their breaths—
in the quiet way they held each other.
holding an entire future inside it.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ happy birthday to me ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐
