Recent content by Ciana

Ciana felt . changed. Lighter somehow. As though some invisible weight had slipped from her shoulders and the world around her shimmered brighter because of it. She couldn’t stop smiling. A soft, secret smile that lingered even when she tried to school her expression. Her hand was in his...

It was as though something inside her had shifted. A switch flipped, quiet and irreversible. The world had changed hue, as though she were seeing it for the first time. The air felt brighter, sharper, alive against her skin. She had spent so long afraid; of the sun, of the world beyond her...

For a long moment, Ciana could only cling to him. The world had gone very still.. or perhaps it was only her heart, struggling to remember its rhythm. She felt as if she’d been caught up in a storm and now drifted in its quiet eye, everything raw and light and trembling. The air shimmered...

Ciana froze, her heart hammering so hard she was certain he’d feel it. His words seemed to hang in the air, heavy and tender all at once. Her breath caught and she looked at him, really looked at him; at the dark hair falling into his eyes, at the warmth in his face, the uncertainty behind his...

Ciana’s breath came quick and shallow, her pulse thrumming like a trapped bird in her chest. Every inch of her skin felt alive, aware of his closeness, of the warmth of his hands, of the soft rasp of his breath against her neck. She had never been touched like this before. Never even imagined...

Ciana’s breath caught as their lips met. For an instant, the world disappeared. There was no room, no air, no light, only him. Only the shock of his warmth and the dizzying flutter of her own heart pounding against her ribs. The kiss was soft at first, searching, tentative then it deepened, and...

Ciana could feel his gaze before she even dared to meet it, like a touch that grazed her skin from across the room. Each time he spoke, something in her chest fluttered violently, her composure threatening to come undone. The way he complimented her made her breath catch, the way his eyes...

Ciana could still feel the sun thrumming in her veins, the residual warmth beneath her skin, every heartbeat felt charged, electric. It was dizzying, and even as Galen pulled her hood up, she couldn’t help but glance toward the light one last time before letting him tug her back toward the...

For a moment, Ciana’s heart sank. The way his eyes widened, the way he repeated the words as though they were completely foreign to him, she was ready to rescue him from his own uncertainty, to tell him never mind, that it had been a foolish notion after all. But then that boyish light broke...

Ciana let out a long, quiet sigh, her shoulders easing as his words settled over her. A small, genuine smile curved her lips, the kind that softened her usual careful composure. For once, she didn’t glance around for onlookers or worry about propriety. Instead, she reached for him without...

“It feels…” she started softly, her voice caught somewhere between wonder and fear. Her fingers trembled faintly where the sunlight kissed her skin. “Like it’s alive, almost. Like a current running through me, warm and wild and... heavy.” She blinked, her eyes still struggling to adjust. “It...

"You have no idea," she murmured softly, still blinking against the harshness of the light, even in the shade. It seemed almost alive, stabbing through the delicate veil of her lashes. She turned to glance over her shoulder at him, a faint smile tugging nervously at her lips. “I have.. just not...

Ciana had grown used to the rhythm of their days, his absence when the sun was high, his return with stories of lectures and the strange world of the College that she tried to drink in like water after drought. Evenings were her favourite, when he spread his books across the table and translated...

Ciana blinked, tilting her head, golden brows knitting. “A… madame? Is that like a Lady?..” she asked, her voice full of earnest naivety. She clearly had no grasp of what he truly meant, though her expression softened with sympathy as his story unfolded. “Goodness… That must have been...

Ciana had never in her life witnessed such a spectacle at the dinner table. Slowly, almost instinctively, she settled back against her chair and let the tray rest between them, delicately nibbling at the single roasted carrot speared on her fork while watching him in fascination. Amusement...