Of Petals & Languor

[Posted from AO3 under elysianblu.]

In which, though trios are often regarded as inherently complex - be it in friendships or romantic relations - Shiori, Elizabeth, and Nerissa would vehemently refute that notion.

An ode to what was, an ode to what is, and an ode to what will be: A bouquet of flowers . . . jewelry with pendants of the sun, the earth, and the moon, each gleaming individually . . . distinctive footfalls . . . the faint undertone of humming . . . and the two culprits of said humming, both kneeling before the fireplace with long-handled matches in hand.

Eyes saying 'fire in my heart, fire in my brittle bones; fire to persist but not to ever ravage; fire as a synonym for love and loyalty' . . . and the sound of Nerissa chuckling before speaking, "Welcome home, Moony."