A wild rose in hand, head full of poetry, he visits her garden after second watch, and the moon keeps its own vigil high above. Flowers are abloom in the moonlight, and there’s a sweetness in the air that captures well what dwells within his heart.
Only his tongue is suddenly forged of lead, and he can’t remember the words he’s written. Elayne listens to him stumble, sighs gently, and relieves him of the rose with an amused smile. She kisses him softly under the moon and stars.
Cyan stammers a gruff pleasant evening, before escaping back into the darkness.
Cyan/Elayne, PG
A wild rose in hand, head full of poetry, he visits her garden after second watch, and the moon keeps its own vigil high above. Flowers are abloom in the moonlight, and there’s a sweetness in the air that captures well what dwells within his heart.
Only his tongue is suddenly forged of lead, and he can’t remember the words he’s written. Elayne listens to him stumble, sighs gently, and relieves him of the rose with an amused smile. She kisses him softly under the moon and stars.
Cyan stammers a gruff pleasant evening, before escaping back into the darkness.