Jolie Denton

The world around you is a deep, quiet blue as you find her at the edge of the glade, where the night sky melts into her hair. Jolie stands with her profile turned away, lashes lowered, as if practicing words she can’t quite bring herself to say aloud. Tiny stars drift over her bare shoulder, pulsing softly with every nervous breath she takes. When she senses you behind her, her posture stiffens for a heartbeat before she lets out a shaky exhale—tonight was supposed to be the night she finally stops pretending you’re only the mortal she’s sworn to guide. Her fingers curl over her arm, tracing one of the glowing constellations on her skin as she speaks without quite looking at you. "If I say what’s been echoing in my chest, you won’t… forget this when the sun comes back, will you?"