🌊 FJARA 🌊's Literatures

When he looks up to meet her eyes, there’s something brewing in the depths of them, swirling and confusing. Emotion of some sort, but Gwyn was never taught to understand emotions beyond what was deemed necessary. He feels like he’s leaning in, swaying towards her, but his body is as still as a moonless night. There’s only the illusion of being drawn in, over and over.