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My Mauja, from Helovia RPG !

"You said..." he whispered, afraid of speaking, afraid of waking; afraid of breaking this fragile dream. Afraid of everything he had told her. Afraid.. of everything he felt. He clenched his jaws, feeling sick, as if he balanced on the edge of a great chasm, and not only did the wind tug at him, but the thought of leaping down was sickeningly sweet and thrilling. As if he wanted to fall, break every bone and feel whatever it was that lurked on the edges of his mind to the fullest. ".. when I wake up ..." The glow of the pool was dimming, the gold hardening, growing colder, less vibrant; and his eyes, grew only brighter as if his soul drank in all the light which had drawn them here. "Are you dreaming.."

He spoke more to the darkness and less to her, and despite the cacophony of the ghouls outside as they howled and raged, the air within their golden bubble was calm, still; despite the way his whisper was barely more than a breath it carried clearly, a tremble in it as his golden, glowing eyes gazed into the distance. ".. of me..." Brighter by the second as the pool faded into nothing, almost too bright to comfortably watch; through the cracks in his body, the scars and the marks of a harsh life, it seeped out, shining from within - a beacon in the darkness, and yet he did not even see it himself, his golden eyes open yet distant, staring at the dark horizon: weighing the possibilities, afraid of the answer, and yet his heart kept thundering with hope. ".. Ophelia?"
— Mauja, the lanterns won't go out at night

Horse: *Colourize-Stock
Background: *AustriaAngloAlliance
Brushes: ~AnnFrost-stock

Description
My Mauja, from Helovia RPG !

"You said..." he whispered, afraid of speaking, afraid of waking; afraid of breaking this fragile dream. Afraid of everything he had told her. Afraid.. of everything he felt. He clenched his jaws, feeling sick, as if he balanced on the edge of a great chasm, and not only did the wind tug at him, but the thought of leaping down was sickeningly sweet and thrilling. As if he wanted to fall, break every bone and feel whatever it was that lurked on the edges of his mind to the fullest. ".. when I wake up ..." The glow of the pool was dimming, the gold hardening, growing colder, less vibrant; and his eyes, grew only brighter as if his soul drank in all the light which had drawn them here. "Are you dreaming.."

He spoke more to the darkness and less to her, and despite the cacophony of the ghouls outside as they howled and raged, the air within their golden bubble was calm, still; despite the way his whisper was barely more than a breath it carried clearly, a tremble in it as his golden, glowing eyes gazed into the distance. ".. of me..." Brighter by the second as the pool faded into nothing, almost too bright to comfortably watch; through the cracks in his body, the scars and the marks of a harsh life, it seeped out, shining from within - a beacon in the darkness, and yet he did not even see it himself, his golden eyes open yet distant, staring at the dark horizon: weighing the possibilities, afraid of the answer, and yet his heart kept thundering with hope. ".. Ophelia?"
— Mauja, the lanterns won't go out at night

Horse: *Colourize-Stock
Background: *AustriaAngloAlliance
Brushes: ~AnnFrost-stock