Silver Moon's Sparkling
banner by the COOLEST haven bohannon 
RPing as Cyrus Alexander Darsel (Ilvermorny iNPC)
« lead me out on the moonlit floor... »
The 'fit: it's yellowish and medieval I swear. but he's wearing converse. I don't make the rules.
With his fingers lacing his hand securely into Haven's warm grasp, Cyrus began to lead Haven outside, their movements swaying, leaning, scurrying, laughing, a soft flashback to their dance of only minutes before. Her weight in his arms was like a phantom memory, although any emptiness was assuaged when he tapped his fingers against the back of her hand, almost as if to ensure she was still there next to him, still solid, still his Haven.
Tap-tap. Tap-tap.
Soon enough, the stone-cold floors of the castle gave way to the moonlit grandeur, the sparkling dewy grass, the stars spread out just for them, a glittering map to one another, a silent acknowledgement by the cosmos of their existence here under the same sky. The rhythm of their footsteps found solace in the soft springtime grass, and if she would let him, Cyrus would loosen the hand that was holding hers and instead sling his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him as they walked.
They would talk of all sorts of things—Cyrus waxing poetic about the sky when he wanted to sing a song of Haven's beauty, for example—and they would keep walking until they ended up in a clearing, the branches of trees swaying in the gentle breeze, the silvery moonlight allowing them to see each other clearly. Cyrus turned to Haven, fully this time, and he smiled at her. It took all of his restraint to not pull her closer into a tight hug.
Instead, he gazed at her—really gazed at her. The starlight was mirrored in her beautiful eyes; moonlight wove through her strawberry blonde hair like thread from Athena's loom, its inclusion only serving to embellish her already striking features. His arm left her shoulders, pulling back to come closer to him, except he lifted his hand and gently cradled her jaw in it, staring at her with a soft smile.
He almost said so many things. I love you was on the tip of his tongue, a phrase he very rarely uttered despite his loving nature. You're perfect, too, except the words died in his throat as his other hand came to brush some of Haven's hair back from her face. He twirled a few strands of it on one of his fingers and chuckled.
'I'm really sorry if this is too forward,' he finally said, the words carried like birdsong on the spring breeze, 'but I... has anyone ever told you that your eyes are just like the ocean caught in a storm, your hair like a vibrant sunrise giving life to the world?' He paused, letting her hair drop from his hand. 'I... I've never seen a girl so beautiful, so sweet, so kind, in my life, and I just...' The words had come slower, except now, they jumbled together: '...canIkissyou?' He blinked, surprised. 'Please?'
Tap-tap. Tap-tap.
Soon enough, the stone-cold floors of the castle gave way to the moonlit grandeur, the sparkling dewy grass, the stars spread out just for them, a glittering map to one another, a silent acknowledgement by the cosmos of their existence here under the same sky. The rhythm of their footsteps found solace in the soft springtime grass, and if she would let him, Cyrus would loosen the hand that was holding hers and instead sling his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him as they walked.
They would talk of all sorts of things—Cyrus waxing poetic about the sky when he wanted to sing a song of Haven's beauty, for example—and they would keep walking until they ended up in a clearing, the branches of trees swaying in the gentle breeze, the silvery moonlight allowing them to see each other clearly. Cyrus turned to Haven, fully this time, and he smiled at her. It took all of his restraint to not pull her closer into a tight hug.
Instead, he gazed at her—really gazed at her. The starlight was mirrored in her beautiful eyes; moonlight wove through her strawberry blonde hair like thread from Athena's loom, its inclusion only serving to embellish her already striking features. His arm left her shoulders, pulling back to come closer to him, except he lifted his hand and gently cradled her jaw in it, staring at her with a soft smile.
He almost said so many things. I love you was on the tip of his tongue, a phrase he very rarely uttered despite his loving nature. You're perfect, too, except the words died in his throat as his other hand came to brush some of Haven's hair back from her face. He twirled a few strands of it on one of his fingers and chuckled.
'I'm really sorry if this is too forward,' he finally said, the words carried like birdsong on the spring breeze, 'but I... has anyone ever told you that your eyes are just like the ocean caught in a storm, your hair like a vibrant sunrise giving life to the world?' He paused, letting her hair drop from his hand. 'I... I've never seen a girl so beautiful, so sweet, so kind, in my life, and I just...' The words had come slower, except now, they jumbled together: '...canIkissyou?' He blinked, surprised. 'Please?'
« ...lift your open hand, strike up the band... »
Date: 11 April 2025
Time: evening
Location: Grounds
Mentioning: @Haven Bohannon
Actions: none yet
Stats/Abilities:
Reducio
Stamina: 10 - Evasion: 10 - Strength: 10 - Wisdom: 10 - Arcane Power: 20 - Accuracy: 17
Obnoxiously Strong
Fearless
Impartial
Charmer
Poison Resistance
Spell Spread
Wandmaker - Phoenix Feather
Obnoxiously Strong
Fearless
Impartial
Charmer
Poison Resistance
Spell Spread
Wandmaker - Phoenix Feather
[pc] koko riddle · 'i was raised up to be admired.'
'hey! bom bom bom. got any grapes?' · cyrus darsel [inpc]
Silver Moon's Sparkling
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Haven's heart was beating a rhythm that could've rivaled a rock song. She was sure Cyrus would be able to feel her pulse in her hands- in the hand that he was holding. She still couldn't believe that they were actually together, in person, not separated by an entire ocean. The past few days have been bliss because of that. And now, here they were- just them, together, underneath the moonlight.
Her left hand held on to her skirt to keep it out of the way, while the other clutched tightly to Cyrus'- she wasn't letting him go. She took quick steps to keep up with his long strides, the smile never leaving her face. Her cheeks were starting to hurt with how much she was smiling, but she didn't let that dissuade her.
The cobbles changed to grass under their feet, and Cyrus pulled her close. She let out a small squeak of surprise- and excitement- as they walked around, talking for what seemed like hours and enjoying each others' company. She wrapped her arm around his waist so she stayed close and leaned her head against his chest, just breathing in his smell.
The trees parted ways to reveal a clearing, the stars on full display, silvery moonlight illuminating his face. Cyrus' eyes sparkled in the light.
Her heart seemed to explode when he looked at her, such softness radiating from his eyes. Haven's blush grew all the more deeper. And then his hand lifted her chin, his electrifying touch cradling her jaw.
She wanted to say something, but she wasn't sure what, with every word getting jumbled in her head and on her tongue, turning into some little excited muffled squeal as she rest a hand on his wrist, gently rubbing the back of his hand with her thumb.
There was so much she wanted to say, but the girl, usually full of words, was out of them.
"You're really cute," was what eventually came out, soft and gentle and genuine. She'd had the most massive crush on him since seeing him at the fountain, feeding the ducks. He was so sweet and kind and oh, so handsome.
"I'm really sorry if this is too forward," he started. Haven met his eyes, an eager sort of anticipation hanging in the air. The blush in her face grew, and traveled down her whole body as he complimented her. Then, she heard those words...
"...canIkissyou?"
Haven's breath caught in her throat for a moment, her heart seeming to stop before a smile split across her face.
"Yes, yes!" she answered enthusiastically, bouncing up and down. She didn't wait for his initiation before her hands found his face, standing on her tiptoes so she could reach.
And then, they kissed.
She had only been kissed once before (and absolutely hated it), but this blew it completely out of the water. Everything else seemed to melt away. There was no one else in the world but her and Cyrus. Her Cyrus.
His lips were soft against hers, delicate and gentle. Her eyes were closed, but she was drinking in every detail of him. She wanted to remember this moment forever.
Eventually, they parted, her eyes fluttering open to look at him- to really look at him. She smiled at what she saw.
"Can we do that again?" she asked softly.
She was really glad she brushed her teeth.
@Cyrus Darsel
Silver Moon's Sparkling
banner by the COOLEST haven bohannon
RPing as Cyrus Alexander Darsel (Ilvermorny iNPC)
« ...and make the fireflies dance... »
The ‘fit: it’s yellowish and medieval I swear. but he’s wearing converse. I don’t make the rules. (in banner)
Even whilst sputtering out half-uttered kindnesses, Cyrus would not have considered himself ‘cute’. He was just a boy, standing in front of a girl, trying – and, yes, the key word really was ‘trying’ – to ask her to love him. Because he could almost say his side of it himself. It lingered, like fizz on the tongue after a cold San Pellegrino: love, I love you, you.
The sounds did not emanate from his larynx, but she would easily be able to see them embodied in his cerulean gaze. The gentle curve of his smile, the wrinkles beneath his eyebrows, the strawberry-red blush forming on his cheeks – all of it, underneath the silver moon and above the silver dew, spelled love.
The thumping of his heart grew louder within his ears, echoing as if he were underwater, when Haven – his beautiful Haven, his dandelion, the apple of his eye, his love – spoke. He could hardly focus on the fact that he was softly holding her face, not when she was speaking, and he would be remiss if he could not simply hang onto her every word, every syllable uttered, as if they were a lifeline. He parted his lips again, but hesitated just momentarily in reaction to her statement.
Cute? Him? Really? Ohmygoodness.
The split-second of excitement (Haventhoughthewascuteomg) dissipated in favour of surprise. Lips found his before he could make his move – which, in his opinion, would have been super gentlemanly and romantic and perfect. But this was so much better. His eyes blew wide open at first, his lips slightly open under Haven’s in a forgotten exclamation of shock. That was her. His Haven. Kissing him. Holy moly.
He did the first thing he could think of, even though his brain wasn’t really focused so much on thinking as it was on kissing. He closed his eyes. His fingers threaded through her hair. His thumb rested on her cheek. If he could commit all of her to memory, he would have. If they could just stay like this forever so he didn’t have to...
And then the moment of bliss was over.
His Haven, though, was staring up at him. Something in her gaze had shifted. Cyrus’s eyes widened yet again, still of their own accord, as he tried to puzzle out what she was thinking. He was still caught in that reverie when she spoke again – again?
Cyrus’s lips opened to reveal teeth as he grinned from ear to ear. ‘Of course, yes, come here,’ he breathed, the words rushed. This time, he wouldn't wait before lifting Haven off her feet, spinning them both around as he pressed his lips to hers.
The sounds did not emanate from his larynx, but she would easily be able to see them embodied in his cerulean gaze. The gentle curve of his smile, the wrinkles beneath his eyebrows, the strawberry-red blush forming on his cheeks – all of it, underneath the silver moon and above the silver dew, spelled love.
The thumping of his heart grew louder within his ears, echoing as if he were underwater, when Haven – his beautiful Haven, his dandelion, the apple of his eye, his love – spoke. He could hardly focus on the fact that he was softly holding her face, not when she was speaking, and he would be remiss if he could not simply hang onto her every word, every syllable uttered, as if they were a lifeline. He parted his lips again, but hesitated just momentarily in reaction to her statement.
Cute? Him? Really? Ohmygoodness.
The split-second of excitement (Haventhoughthewascuteomg) dissipated in favour of surprise. Lips found his before he could make his move – which, in his opinion, would have been super gentlemanly and romantic and perfect. But this was so much better. His eyes blew wide open at first, his lips slightly open under Haven’s in a forgotten exclamation of shock. That was her. His Haven. Kissing him. Holy moly.
He did the first thing he could think of, even though his brain wasn’t really focused so much on thinking as it was on kissing. He closed his eyes. His fingers threaded through her hair. His thumb rested on her cheek. If he could commit all of her to memory, he would have. If they could just stay like this forever so he didn’t have to...
And then the moment of bliss was over.
His Haven, though, was staring up at him. Something in her gaze had shifted. Cyrus’s eyes widened yet again, still of their own accord, as he tried to puzzle out what she was thinking. He was still caught in that reverie when she spoke again – again?
Cyrus’s lips opened to reveal teeth as he grinned from ear to ear. ‘Of course, yes, come here,’ he breathed, the words rushed. This time, he wouldn't wait before lifting Haven off her feet, spinning them both around as he pressed his lips to hers.
« ...silver moon’s sparkling... »
« ...so kiss me. »
« ...so kiss me. »
Date: 11 April 2025
Time: evening
Location: Grounds
Mentioning: @Haven Bohannon
Actions: none yet
Stats/Abilities:
Reducio
Stamina: 10 - Evasion: 10 - Strength: 10 - Wisdom: 10 - Arcane Power: 20 - Accuracy: 17
Obnoxiously Strong
Fearless
Impartial
Charmer
Poison Resistance
Spell Spread
Wandmaker - Phoenix Feather
Obnoxiously Strong
Fearless
Impartial
Charmer
Poison Resistance
Spell Spread
Wandmaker - Phoenix Feather
[pc] koko riddle · 'i was raised up to be admired.'
'hey! bom bom bom. got any grapes?' · cyrus darsel [inpc]