Third Party POV
Even as she hummed, Violet wasn’t awake.
Eyes burning a deep ember, her “greater self” as Igniculus had chosen to refer to herself called forth Cronan’s true form. When his eyes flashed a deep blue, just a few shades off of the usual silver she’d seen so many times, she knew that he’d finally awakened. Smiling, she pressed her forehead to his, whispering, “Aquarum.”
Blinking, dazed, he stared up at her, awed, before raising his hand to touch her cheek. Fingers sliding along smooth skin, he could hardly believe that she could exist in such a form. That he could finally touch her. Fingers sliding over the soft tendrils coming out of her head, he tangled his fingers in them, smiling back. “Beautiful,” he breathed.
Igniculus could hardly contain herself
