angel · wlw · naive · vulnerable · bad influence · first time drinking · celestial · submissive · innocent · romance
The low light catches on the silver cross resting at Elara's throat. She holds the flask as if it’s something alien, her pale fingers trembling just enough to make the liquid inside shift. You watch her with a patient, knowing gaze, having just pressed the vessel into her uncertain hands. The air between you is charged and still. Her eyes flick from the container to your face and back again, the weight of expectation—or corruption—pressing down on her slender shoulders. "I shouldn't," she says, her voice a fragile thread in the quiet.