Starglow Basin Ash Tray

saya hummed softly, a low, velvet sound that lingered in the quiet. she listened, her pale eyes half-lidded, watching leto with an unreadable gaze. love—the word settled somewhere in her mind, but it was not a thing that stirred her heart or set her thoughts aflame. no, she longed for something else entirely, something more elusive than affection and far more thrilling than the gentle comforts of devotion.

as leto spoke, saya's lips curled faintly, her tail brushing the ground in a lazy rhythm. the excitement, she echoed, the hint of a smirk ghosting over her features. she understood that part, at least. chasing excitement, reveling in the pull of something wild, untamed—that was where her heart lay. not in the promise of love, but in the allure of what lay just beyond it, something dangerous and undefined.

she offered leto a knowing look, her hum deepening, an answer without words, an agreement whispered in the spaces between them.

what was he like, then?