WingedSerene
"𝐓𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲."- 𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗆
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 𝒞 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 𝒞
"𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧."- 𝖩𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝖫𝖾𝗄𝗆𝖺𝗇
──── ୨୧ ──── 𝐀 ──── ୨୧ ────
𝑨𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒓 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝑺𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐, carried sunlight the way flowers carried dew, graced every soul with golden sunbeams, weaving sunshine into the very fabric of his being.
He had only been three when he met his soulmate- not through a vision (though even at that age he had seen small flashes far to realistic to be dreams) but through a paper which held the drawing of a buttery yellow sun it had flown from his hands and landed by the feet of a boy under the poplar tree.
┊┊┊┊ 𝓒 ♖
𝑪𝒚𝒓𝒖𝒔 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒓, 𝑺𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑯𝒚𝒑𝒏𝒐𝒔, flowed through dreams every day, soft melodies lulled him to sleep. He was crafted beautifully by gentle hands, his hair that squalls with elegance and simplicity- and those Heterochromia eyes they would be Aerith's demise.