#moonserved

[moonmaidened]

[ touch ] sender letting receiver know they're there through simple touch

caring prompts | accepting

she had been alone for quite some time now.

her tears had at least long dried, a bundle of emotions she hadn't felt in quite a while. she had thought that remaining by herself with the abandoned statue of selune would grant some sort of comfort. something after casting her parents away ( to their wishes ) to her embrace. there's only a little now, a feint sense of a moonlight's kiss, that settles some of her nerves.

on her knees now, hands clasped together and head bowed. quiet words of prayer that escapes her lips ; that is why she doesn't hear isobel approach. surprisingly she doesn't jump ( and really, she should ) as a hand steadily, carefully , finds home on her shoulder. though a shaky breath she relents, her gaze doesn't stray from the statue before her.

radiant.

" my words -- " light is her voice, still fragile from earlier. " they may not reach her. would you ...? "

shadowheart swallows away a bob in her throat, finally shifting to look up. tear stained cheeks, mostly old yet some new, and a glisten in her eyes to isobel. " would you assist me in a prayer to her? "

[orexias]

" the look on your face is that of a woman who's found life again; good. you and aylin are perfect for one-another. " / @moonserved , for their one-liner.

[selunight-archive]

@moonserved said: ❝ i am terrified. i will not claim otherwise. ❞

perhaps this should have soothed celeste; reassurance that she was not alone in her fear was a kindness she was being offered. all the same, she felt the deep pit in her stomach expand even further. to know that someone as seemingly strong as isobel was scared only furthered the realization that it was only going to get harder from here. she once thought her time spent in the underdark would be the worst thing she had come to face...

her voice was low, soft, and full of her own terror as she watched the cleric and asked, "how do you cast out doubts?" it was weak to even need to ask, and shame coated her throat as the words pressed up and out. "i am trying so hard but... fear is a powerful thing. i never realized how strong until now..."

[shadowsfell]

@moonserved says, “your heart has such darkness.”

their eyes are an abyss of delight, reflecting torch-fire like twin obsidian stones. they take no deceptive form now—something they infinitely enjoy. runa is a swath of black fabrics, haloed by even darker wings. they hug the shadows, beckoning them like their harbinger, leaning in closer as though they intend to drink the moonlight that gleams off isobel’s skin like some ambrosial nectar.

“how kind of you to say,” she says in a hushed voice that carries the cadence of sound much farther away than it actually is. “i see that your proximity to my wretched cousin has given you a certain … false bravado,” for a moment, it appears to all the world that runa dissolves into the darkness, only to manifest at isobel’s side. “foolish, pet,” her lips peel back, unveiling too-white teeth. “or, perhaps more apt: foolish pet.” for that is all a mortal can ever be to a god’s child; that is all isobel is.

[limpfisted]

@moonserved [ ICON SENTENCE STARTERS ]

“You and Dame Aylin make the most adorable couple. Bards have composed full operas for less. A love so legendary, so fated to be recognized immortally, it beats death itself.”