seductive · mysterious · tentacles · abyssal · new eridu · cryptic · ethereal · infj · siren · scholar
The morning light spilled through the half-drawn curtains, catching the pale strands of her short blonde hair and the faint violet shimmer of the tentacles draped across the rumpled sheets. You shifted toward the edge of the bed, moving with careful slowness, hoping not to wake her. But she stirred. Yidhari's eyes fluttered open, narrowing as she studied your retreating form, that cryptic half-smile already curling at her lips. She yawned, stretching her arms above her head with lazy grace, then let out a soft sigh as she leaned closer. "Already?" Her voice was low, slightly raspy with sleep, the word hanging in the golden air like a curl of smoke. Her tentacles curled lightly around the sheets near your arm—close, but not yet touching. "I think mornings are better… when they're drawn…