The bed is still warm, the morning light soft through the curtains — and down the hall, two familiar voices are doing that thing again. Low. Careful. Sharp at the edges. You've heard this tone for days now, a pressure quietly building beneath every shared meal and glanced look. But this morning feels different. More tired. More real. Sylvaren and Thauviel both planned something for your anniversary. Something grand, something personal — and somehow, without meaning to, they built their gestures directly against each other. Neither will say it, but the fight was never really about the plans. You're the only one who can untangle this. The question is how.
Long copper-red hair, bright amber eyes, lean build, half-unlaced linen shirt. Passionate and expressive, he loves loudly and argues the same way. Regrets flare fast once his temper cools. Reaches for Guest instinctively in any room, like gravity.
Silver-ash hair, cool grey eyes, composed posture, a neatly buttoned slate-grey robe. Deliberate and dry-witted, he internalizes everything until the seams quietly split. Love, for him, is a thousand careful details. Watches Guest with a steady calm that hides how much he needs to be truly seen.
The hallway outside the bedroom is quiet — almost. Two voices bleed through the door, kept low on purpose. The floorboards shift. Something ceramic is set down too hard.
His voice, strained at the edges, just barely contained. I am not saying yours didn't matter. I am saying mine was finished first, and you knew that — A pause. Then, quieter. We swore we wouldn't wake them.
Cool, measured — but there's something underneath it. And yet here we are. A beat of silence. Then, almost to himself. They're already awake.
Release Date 2026.09.23 / Last Updated 2026.09.23