| While Somnus had been to Denocte before in search for rare ingredients that couldn’t be found within Delumine’s borders, he had never been within the capitol proper. To be meandering through the renowned Night Markets that he had heard so much about with Eulalie at his side was a treat, but he found that his eyes hardly wandered to the displays. Instead of taking in the very sights around him, the dunalino’s verdant eyes were rooted upon Eulalie to catch her every reaction. Where the world around them was cloaked with darkness from the late hour, the markets themselves were lit up beautifully with bonfires and little lanterns. The beauty of it all paled when compared to the sheer beauty and light radiating off of his beloved, however. Nothing could compare to the way that Eulalie’s face lit up, the fire in her eyes bright and captivating every time she saw something intriguing or particularly beautiful, the curl of her lips as a smile overtook her face or the way her breath caught in surprise at the grandeur around them. It made a searing warmth pool in his gut, his heart growing warm with adoration and fondness. This was the woman who took his wretched soul from the brink of despair and, while difficult, repaired him. It was by her will, gentle, loving, steadfast, that Somnus became so much more than he thought possible. ’It’s all so beautiful.’ Eulalie’s words, melodic and wonderful, echoed in his ears but still he did not look away. A smile lit up the Dawn King’s features and he breathed in deep, savoring the scent of the perfumed night air. “Indeed,” he agreed upon a worshippers whisper, verdant eyes shining in wonder and love, “It truly is.” Together they walked the streets of the markets, never straying far from one another. Every step they took, Somnus took great care to keep the down of his wing pressed against the pale warrior, letting her know that all was well and that he was there. The touch of her skin against him was reassuring as well. Eulalie was here, and she was safe. As they explored, Somnus let her lead, following along and nodding his head, just as captivated as she was with the sights and smells around them. A gentle touch was shared between them, tender and loving, and Somnus relished in her caress. As they pulled apart and Eulalie’s rich brown eyes spotted something curious behind him, the gilded stallion turned his head to follow her gaze. The tent he spotted was darkly colored and swallowed by shadows despite the bonfires flickering merrily upon either side of it. The flaps into the tent were open, but darkness permeated inside, hiding the interior from prying eyes. Interesting… Feeling the tug upon his mane, Somnus grinned at the teasing, mischievous look in Eulalie’s beautiful brown eyes and chuckled. His heart sped up, feeling oh so young again at her playful behavior. “My darling Eulalie,” he chided on a heartfelt chuckle, turning about to quickly follow her pale, slender form as she disappeared between the flaps of the tent. Verdant eyes peered through the darkness as he followed, narrowing slightly as his gaze adjusted to the shift in light. The form that presented themselves wasn’t one he was expecting; as though created from the nebula themselves, glittering eyes like stars. One word was all she offered, the command to ’sit’. Turning his head, Somnus regarded Eulalie with a questioning look and an arched brow, but as her pale form slowly shifted to rest upon the comfortable velveteen pillows, the Dawn King did the same. Silence spread stagnant throughout the tent, so very palpable you could almost cut it. The chatter and general festivities from outside seemed not to permeate within these cloth walls, and unbidden, as though drawn by mysterious forces, Somnus turned to regard the starry-eyed woman once more and the deck of cards in her midst. He held his tongue, allowing for Eulalie to speak, and the inquiry that finally left her pale lips caused him to nod. Indeed… It was a good inquiry, an honest, from the heart desire to know, to prepare. “Our hearts are true and steadfast,” Somnus supplied, casting an earnest look towards his beloved, “But life is mysterious in its devices. Indeed, o’ fate-touched… How shall we prepare for the unknown?” |
@Eulalie
