Before the Moon Claims Her
The day went by undisturbed in Leon's great house—unremarkable, yet oddly reassuring. Following the morning's emotional peaks and whispered revelations, the hours dissolved into something milder. Laughter rang through the halls, teasing banter fluttered between loving glances, soft kisses were exchanged, and the gentle warmth of domestic tranquility covered every room.
Leon reclined on silk cushions, his loosely draped arms around the women who gave his world fullness. Rias slept, her head resting in his lap, her breath slow and serene. Aria sat in the sunbeam, softly braiding Syra's green hair, their low murmurs weaving with the wind. Kyra and Cynthia sat cross-legged at the hearth, their fingers wrapped round cups of spiced tea, their talk warm and affectionate, interspersed occasionally by a giggle or a contemplative sigh.
