I can’t decide which sounds better, Prelta with 5 or with 17, so either would be beautiful ^^
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Ship- prelta
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Prism and Zelta sat looking at the stars. It was a beautiful night out, and they had just had a campfire. The others had either gone inside or went home, so it was just them two left. They sat leaning against one of the oak trees that bordered the clearing. Crickets chirped all around them, and fireflies displayed a beautiful dance that would make even the hardest souls stop to watch. The two sat there for a while.
“It’s beautiful out here, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, it really is. I’ve only heard stories of nights like these. But this is the first time I’ve seen them. They… they really are a beauty sight. I wonder how that light up...” she wondered with a dreamy voice. A minute goes by and he heard a light snoring. As soon as he looks over, a sleeping prisms head falls onto his lap. He freezes, then starts to blush. Uh, this is a bit…. close…. his instincts told him to push her off, but… something else told it was okay. He was okay with it. Smiling, he lightly pulls her up so she’s on his shoulder instead. He rests his head on hers. He will leave it be, just for tonight.
