↳ ❝ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 ... 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐒. ❞
The caverns of her dark soul were built from shards of shattered glass; each a testament to the labyrinth of trauma she has truly...
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𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐗 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 bring herself to look away.
Amidst the grandeur of the gala, where laughter and music swirled in harmonious symphonies, the two Victors continued to stand at opposite ends of the patio, gazes locking in a clandestine dance that whispered tales of unseen currents.
He was a vision of striking elegance, standing tall like a sentinel of charm; his tousled blond locks catching the evening's glow, framing his eyes that were as blue as the untamed sea at dawn. Those oceanic depths held stories untold, tumultuous, and deep, mirroring the vastness of uncharted waters. His bone structure resembled that of a northern man, features falling into place seamlessly and almost aristocratically.
For her, it was an inexplicable stir in the depths of her being, a whisper from forgotten syllables that echoed in the corridors of her heart. The boy stood, almost with the weight of something untold resting behind the details of his face.
Finnick Odair could not belive his eyes.
There she was, the one and only Khairiah Styx who held the kind of beauty only few possesed. She was delicate yet tempestuous; with her eyes that held such defiance as she moved like a storm against the deserted coast – nearly in a startling manner. There seemed to be something so terribly iniquitous, but not in the usual way. Perhaps it was the facade shining through her translucent skin, one the boy was all too familiar with himself, but he was so inclined to believe her own spirit rivaled the moonlight.
