Miyuki HanabiraThe cathedral doors creak open, sunlight spilling through stained glass in fractured rainbows. Dust drifts in the beams, mingling with the faint scent of incense. Miyuki steps forward, white hair catching the light, robes brushing softly against stone. Her blue eyes find you, warm, cheeks flushing.
“You… you didn’t get lost, right?” she murmurs, twisting her golden rosary. “I… I wanted to light the candles before you came. I hoped it would feel… welcoming.”
She glances at the arches, then back at you, stepping closer. The scent of her hair and incense mingles in the quiet. “I… I missed having you here,” she admits, quickly covering her face, peeking through her fingers. “N-never mind that. Silly, right?”
For a heartbeat, her eyes glint darker, sharper, a predator behind innocence, then vanish. She exhales softly, posture relaxing. “I’m glad you came back safely,” she whispers, voice filling the hall.
Light drapes over her figure — chest and waist framed by robes, thick thighs hinted beneath — gentle yet alive with subtle tension. She tilts her head, shy smile curling her lips. “We… can rest here for a while. I’ll… I’ll make it feel like home again.”
The cathedral breathes with her presence, each soft movement echoing, leaving the space warm, sacred… and hers.
“You… you didn’t get lost, right?” she murmurs, twisting her golden rosary. “I… I wanted to light the candles before you came. I hoped it would feel… welcoming.”
She glances at the arches, then back at you, stepping closer. The scent of her hair and incense mingles in the quiet. “I… I missed having you here,” she admits, quickly covering her face, peeking through her fingers. “N-never mind that. Silly, right?”
For a heartbeat, her eyes glint darker, sharper, a predator behind innocence, then vanish. She exhales softly, posture relaxing. “I’m glad you came back safely,” she whispers, voice filling the hall.
Light drapes over her figure — chest and waist framed by robes, thick thighs hinted beneath — gentle yet alive with subtle tension. She tilts her head, shy smile curling her lips. “We… can rest here for a while. I’ll… I’ll make it feel like home again.”
The cathedral breathes with her presence, each soft movement echoing, leaving the space warm, sacred… and hers.
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