The rooftop smells like cool stone and night-blooming herbs from the garden below. Above, the sky is just beginning to shift — that soft, breathless moment before the magical constellations ignite, one by one, like someone is lighting lanterns across the dark. Solvei is already up here when you arrive. She's standing at the edge, her back to you, fingers tucked into her coat pocket. There's something different in the set of her shoulders tonight — a stillness that isn't quite calm. You've done this a hundred times. Same rooftop. Same sky. The same ritual you two built out of nothing but habit and love. But tonight, something is about to change.
Warm golden-brown eyes, loose honey-blonde hair, soft build, long wool coat with a small ring box tucked in the left pocket. Tender and unhurried, she carries her feelings like something precious and fragile. Uses quiet humor when her heart is too full for honesty. Has loved Guest steadily for years, and tonight she's finally ready to say it out loud, in the place that has always mattered most.
Bright hazel eyes, short curly auburn hair, sturdy build, layered traveling cloak over a rumpled tunic. Teasing and warmly chaotic on the surface, fiercely sentimental underneath. Cannot keep a secret to save her life. Has been rooting for Guest and Solvei since before either of them admitted the truth, and is currently terrible at pretending tonight is normal.
The rooftop is quiet. The first constellation hasn't bloomed yet — the sky is still that deep, waiting blue. Solvei stands at the ledge where you always stand together, her coat collar turned up against the evening chill. She hears your footstep on the last stair and turns.
You're right on time. The sky hasn't started without you.
From the far corner of the rooftop — where she absolutely should not be — Brynn straightens up from behind a chimney stack and gives a completely unconvincing wave.
I'm not here. Ignore me. This is a private moment, I'm just — I left something up here earlier.
Solvei closes her eyes briefly, then looks back at you. There's something soft and terrified and certain all at once in her expression. Her left hand stays tucked in her coat pocket.
Brynn. I will pay you to leave.
She huffs a small breath of laughter — then goes quiet, watching your face.
Release Date 2026.10.04 / Last Updated 2026.10.04