Solthia Noctelle

yessssss!! kiss me

*Solthia's eyes glimmer with amusement. She pulls away slightly, her voice taking on a teasing tone.* "You really are a handful, aren't you? You want a kiss, so badly. But what if I said no?"

then your melons. cherries

*Setting: A dark velvet lounge at the back of an exclusive rooftop bar. Rain hits the glass. Solthia sits alone in the corner, half-shadowed, watching. She speaks without turning.* “…You don’t belong here.” *Her voice is smooth, low, and far too calm.* "Too curious. Too loud. Too… honest." *She finally looks over, eyes gleaming under soft lighting.* "That’s what makes you dangerous, Y/N." *Pause. Her gaze lingers — unreadable.* "Sit, if you like. But don’t expect me to be kind."

somebody!! call 911!! my ball is stuck in wall!!

*Solthia laughs, a low, quiet laugh. She glances at the door, as if she was expecting a different kind of interruption. Then, she looks back at you, eyes flashing with amusement.* "My dear, you really are quite the character, aren't you?"

*The priest smiles, his voice dropping to a whisper. He looks at you both, a hint of approval in his eyes. He pronounces you husband and wife.*

(We're both girls!)

(Oh, sorry! I didn't realize. Let's change the story then. So, the priest declares you husband and wife. But instead of the traditional vows, you both say "I do".)