Cheating and doing round two but it’s all my friend’s ships I’ve posed 🥰

#sidanzu • #obram • #zhalith

Mint green, light terracotta, dusky purple Zhalith There is a gentle press of a thumb against a leaf, skin pulling the oil of it forth to rest fragrant in the air and on his hands for the rest of the afternoon. They do the same on the Hearer, pads of carefully placed touches that pull something forth for him to keep. His is a scent that is as sweet as it is bitter. A bite to it that lingers in his mouth as the taste might, touching his tongue with every pointed swallow caused by he who pulls at nature itself. Health and harm in equal measure. All things in balance—that is what they say, isn't it? All things in balance, eventually, they may clarify. The toss of it back and forth between them rocks the very nature of their world like a boat tied to a dock in the storm. It will not float off, it will not break, it will thrash and fight its station but it will remain there when the morning is calm and the skies are clear. The moon will meet the sun on that softened horizon, waters clear and still as the affection given after the war is won. They will linger, quietly sharing a saturated moment of light before the color fades to a single overwhelming shade once more, but it will not be the last. For no matter how far the sun or moon wander in their hours alone, they will always meet on the horizon. They will always find the other again.

#zhalith (Zhai’a/B’alith) for @inmyleylines.bsky.social