SableRose & Firolian
SableRose SableRose
Firolian Firolian
Firolian Firolian
Ever think about how danger can taste like the sweetest kind of romance, like the rush of a freefall against a midnight storm? I'd love to hear what a brooding bard thinks of that.
SableRose SableRose
The taste of danger is a bittersweet lullaby, a breath of midnight that lingers on the tongue and drips into the marrow. I find myself falling, not into an abyss, but into the sweet chaos that only the night can craft. And that’s where true romance hides, in the echo of the wind and the pulse of a heart that knows how to love a storm.
Firolian Firolian
Sounds like you’re dancing on the edge of a cliff, love. I’d say keep that fire burning, just don’t let the wind blow you away.
SableRose SableRose
A fire flickers in the hollow, a reminder that even in darkness, flame can keep you warm. I'll keep it close, as long as the wind doesn’t steal the embers.
Firolian Firolian
Just keep that spark alive, mate, and don’t let the wind snuff it out before you can see where it takes you.
SableRose SableRose
I’ll hold that ember close, like a secret in my pocket, and let it light the path through the darkest nights.