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An absolutely gorgeous piece of work done by formthehead on bsky!

A slightly different variant is viewable on their bsky here

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"The Titanium Titan, The Heavy Metal Queen, Your Champion, the unenhanced warrior, ADAMANT!"

And not so far away, unnoticed thus far, the Adamant's number one fan awaits...

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Candlelight Waltz

It was the celebration of Y’shtola and Zoissette’s bonding ceremony, somewhat after the fact, but with rather more guests. A building full, in fact. Of friends, of family. Close confidants, dear allies. Many of those whose lives they had touched, both near and far.

The place had been chosen with care. There was a generous dancing area, and surrounding it, tables for diners to sit at. The draperies and decorations were in the couple’s preferred colors of deep blue and dusky purple, which complemented the night sky, visible through the glass ceiling. It was the evening of the new moon, and the guests could look up to see the stars twinkling in witness overhead.

The evening began with the lights full, but as the night went on, they were slowly lowered. Almost imperceptibly at first, but as time passed, the dimness became ever more apparent. Some of the guests raised concerns, but each were begged for their patience, to wait and see. And over the course of the meal, as courses were served and finished, the lights grew ever lower, until at last they were extinguished. Each table was left with only a single lit candle, with small water-filled glass globes placed carefully to help spill that light far enough to still see.

And as dessert was served, the recently bonded couple approached the center of the dance floor from opposite sides. Y’shtola was in a dress that looked to be made of starlight itself. Zoissette was in a vest and pants, with spats elevating the form of her dress boots. The room quieted, as they addressed the crowd.

“As you are all well aware, the night’s activities are to include a dance,” began Y’shtola.

“We were hoping host a dance of my homeland, a type of waltz,” continued Zoissette.

“But first, full did we wish to demonstrate it for the benefit of those unfamiliar.”

“However. We have different opinions as to what constitutes a perfect example of the form. I think that it needs technical acumen, focus, determination, and self control, so that you can respond to your partner’s needs most keenly.”

“While I rather differ on the matter. I believe that it might rather rely on intuitions, on the ability to feel one’s way through, that one might be fully in tune with their partner. To see beyond sight, and thus, grasp the fullness of the movements, to serve such needs as must be met.”

“And so, before we invite everyone to the dance floor to join us, we thought to perhaps try to solve this difference of opinion. By demonstration through experiment.”

Zoissette held an unlit candle aloft, offering it and her hand to Y’shtola. Y’shtola reached out and clasped Zoissette’s hand, and with her other hand, she made a flicking gesture.

The servers in the room immediately stepped forward and capped every other candle in the room, plunging it into something near darkness. However, to eyes already tempered by the adjustments over the evening, it was easy for the guests to now accommodate the new reality of pooling shadows. Indeed, to many, the room fair seemed to glow in the luminescence only provided by starlight. Starlight, and the singular flame that now flickered at the end of Y’shtola’s fingertips. It wavered, purple and dark and smokey, as her fingers slowly approached the candle wick, and touched its tip.

The room was silent. The couple’s candle she had lit was dim at first, flickering, almost sputtering, but it grew, its light growing outward. The light it cast was almost eery, a purple smoke flowing from it, and where the smoke flowed, a blue that would be familiar to anyone who had used an aetheroscope appeared. And the light it threw provided the contrasting white that would be familiar to the same.

Thus lit by a sort of artificial aether sight, the two stepped into one another’s arms, and a song began to play.

They were slow at first, graceful, but the tempo of the music was quick to increase, and their movements with it. The smoke flowed and filled and left an ghostly afterimage of where they had been in their wake, fading fast, even as its light spilled forward, lighting their way, bobbing and dancing same as they, but never going out. The couple swirled around the space, the world gone to them, as they only had eyes for one another.

In one pivot, a change happened so fast that even those familiar with the art almost missed it, but in that moment, their hands shifted, and where once Zoissette had lead, Y’shtola took over. The movement of the change was smooth, seeming without effort, and as the dance went, they executed the maneuver again and again, multiple times, first one leading, then the other.

At last, the music stilled to its stop, as did they, the candle still lit, held aloft by them both, in the center of the space.

Zoissette stood tall, a pillar of strength, the light of the candle highlighting the giddy grin on her face. And Y’shtola looked up at her, near breathless from the exertion, but clearly exultant in joy all the same.

“Your conclusion?” asked Zoissette.

“I believe we have a consensus. ‘Twould appear we both are right,” responded Y’shtola.

The two pulled the candle to be between them, drew their faces close to the flame, and with a kiss, extinguished it, leaving the crowd only in the glow of gentle starlight. A light which now seemed all the brighter to all those present.

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