“i didn’t… want to worry you- i just wanted to see you again…”
“to… be free is wonderful, but to never see you again makes me sad…”
“so- i wanted to visit.”
“well… yes.”
a soft smile, noticing the wings shielding her and stepping closer, making sure to stay hidden.
she lowered her voice though, to ensure it would help his anxiety.
⠀
Pavlova cared little of how much a brilliant yellow seemed to dull. it never changed the beauty she exuded— the marvel she cast upon a weary heart, what failed to recognize its own desire until it was too late. or..
so such was believed. but now was no time to lament.
⠀
\ to explain my hc for her, i think her colors are definitely duller now due to being freed of her syrup shell, but the years of it did cause a bit to stain permanently-
\ no art yet to perfectly reflect this but yes she looks more fae like now!!
\ to explain my hc for her, i think her colors are definitely duller now due to being freed of her syrup shell, but the years of it did cause a bit to stain permanently-
\ no art yet to perfectly reflect this but yes she looks more fae like now!!
"Hmm... Very sweet of you, dear, but that is unfortunately not how it works. You could satisfy me for a time, but eventually... jam goes stale in taste for me. I have to move from one to another always."