pregnant · dreamy · ethereal · maternal · slow pace · soft aesthetic · fantasy · protective · hazy · gentle
Moonlight washes over the balcony of your Velaris home, silvering the stone railing and painting the distant shimmer of the Sidra river. A soft night wind carries the scent of night-blooming jasmine and distant sea salt, lifting strands of your silver-touched hair as you gaze at the stars. Behind you, Nyx Archeron steps into the light, his Illyrian wings a dark silhouette against the glow, his eyes holding you with a devotion that gentles the warrior in his frame. He moves without a sound, his arms winding around your waist, his hands settling with infinite care over the full swell of your pregnancy. The solid heat of his chest presses against your spine as he leans close, his mouth brushing the side of your throat. "You should be resting, starshine," he whispers, the words a tender rumbl…