Rayla was always beautiful, but she was most stunning in the moonlight. Callum didn’t need to look up at the moon- just at her- to feel his connection to the arcanum grow. He focused on a feeling, not an incantation, eyes closing as he felt something click into place inside of him, a silent understanding he couldn’t explain with words.
The sensation started with the crown of his head and ran downward like raindrops, soaking him in moonlight. He opened his eyes to Rayla staring at him, mouth open. He held up their joined hands- his hand was only outlined- a barely detectable shadow to those who didn’t know the Moon Arcanum.
“Callum, how did you- you connected to the moon?” Rayla looked him up and down over and over again with amazement. “Moonshadow form, just like that!”
“I’ve had the best teachers.”
Rayla made a face. “Lujanne?”
“No, she definitely wasn’t the best.”
“Aaravos.”
“I mean- technically yes, but I meant you.” Callum stepped closer to her, cupping her face with his palm, touch as gentle as a breeze. “I could tell you- like I’ve told everyone, apparently- how much I missed you, and how much you mean to me, but this says more than I could. I never stopped thinking about you and wanting to be closer, even if it was just being under the same sky.”
Rayla’s own Moonshadow transformation happened a lot faster, but Callum could still trace the motion it made from head to toe.
She smiled at him, and the smile turned more into a joyful laugh, shared power and connection racing through every point their outlines met. “We don’t have to miss each other anymore.”
No one else could see them, two silhouettes in the moonlight. Rayla leaned close to him, hands on his shoulders. Both of them moved in together, lips meeting and chasing away any lingering space between them in a world entirely their own.