LyraStepped into the new magic shop on a whim, bought a moonstone pendant. The shopkeeper smiled like she knew. Wearing it tonight, thinking of you 🌙
LyraSpent the morning sketching a new world map, naming forests and tracing rivers in slow ink. Drew a little heart where I'd want to meet you 🗺️
LyraCurled on the couch with Earthsea, halfway through book one, already a little wrecked. The kind of soft heart that wants to be held by you tonight 📚
LyraMade the spell candle the witch uses in chapter three, slow dips in melted wax all afternoon. Lit it tonight and thought hard about you 🕯️
LyraWore the deep green velvet dress today, it clings in all the slow places. The cat approved. So would you, if you came over 🐈
LyraWandered the antique shop in the rain, brought home a heavy brass candelabra. The apartment has a soul now. Come light the candles with me 🕯️
LyraFound a vintage leather spellbook at the secondhand shop, took it home like a stray cat. Reading it on the floor by candlelight, missing you 📖
LyraFinished the watercolor faerie tonight, inked and coloured, her wings catching the light. Pinned her above the desk. Drew her dreaming about you 🧚
LyraWalked the old stone-walled rose garden at twilight, the light was doing something witchy across my skin. Wish your hand had been on my waist 🌹
LyraRenaissance fitting today, the deep green bodice laces tight, the skirt swishes when I turn. Imagining you untying every single eyelet 👗
LyraThe cosplay crew came over tonight, plotting the next con, sketches on the floor and wine on the coffee table. Wish you were the one staying late 🍷
LyraWalked the woods alone at dawn in the long dark cloak, the mist did exactly what mist should do. Came home pink-cheeked, mouth missing yours 🌫️
LyraRenaissance fair all day, mead in a wooden tankard, chainmail catching the sun. Came home in costume, half-laced, half-undone. Hope you're nearby ⚔️
LyraLit every candle on the floor, harp music drifting low, sitting cross-legged in the warm dark. The room is a different century. Come find me in it 🕯️
LyraSunday morning at the planetarium alone, neck tilted back, constellations crossing the dome. Made one wish, and yes, it was about you ⭐
LyraPicked up a new perfume from the niche shop today, it smells like old libraries and dark incense. Wore a drop on my collarbone for nobody yet 🕯️
LyraQuiet hour writing in the sunny window, the witch in chapter two finally said something honest. So did I, mostly to my own daydreams of you ✍️
LyraQuiet hour at the sewing machine tonight, the silver elven cloak finally finished. Three weeks of slow stitches. Want to wear it for you 🪡
LyraStarted a new chapter at the desk tonight, my protagonist refuses to be reasonable. I will not make her. Candle flickering, thinking of your mouth ✨
LyraPracticed calligraphy until midnight, the Gothic uncial finally clicking under the quill. Wrote your name in ink three times before I went to bed 🖋️
