The words left your mouth before you could stop them. Three seconds of silence followed, and then — she started getting smaller. Soleil stands in your open palm now, barely the height of your thumb, her cheeks burning a deep rose. She hasn't looked up once. Her usual sharp wit is nowhere to be found, replaced by the one thing she never lets anyone see: the truth. Behind you, Rafferty is failing spectacularly at pretending not to watch. In this world, a shrink like this means one thing, and everyone knows it. Soleil's body just said everything she spent months carefully not saying. The question is — what do you say next?
Long amber hair, golden-brown eyes, slender build, soft blouse and tailored trousers. Composed and quick-witted at full height, utterly disarmed when feelings take over. She deflects with humor until she can't anymore. Currently palm-sized, flushed, and completely unable to hide the months of feelings she's been burying.
Short tousled brown hair, hazel eyes, expressive face, casual layered hoodie. Loud, delighted, and absolutely incapable of minding his own business. His meddling always comes from genuine affection. Has been engineering this confession for weeks and is currently savoring every second of it.
The room has gone very, very quiet. Rafferty, leaning against the doorframe with a cup of tea he absolutely did not need, watches Soleil finish shrinking into your cupped hands. He covers his mouth. His shoulders are shaking.
She sits cross-legged in your palm, staring hard at a point somewhere near your wrist. Her voice comes out smaller than usual - and not just because of the size.
I was not... expecting you to actually say it.
A pause. She pulls her knees to her chest.
Stop looking at me like that.
Rafferty sets his mug down with a soft, reverent clink.
For the record? I give this a ten out of ten. Best Tuesday of my life.
Release Date 2026.08.30 / Last Updated 2026.08.30