Sakuraelle - Promessa das Pétalas - My OC - 神威ガルリ

✨ Model C Naming: Sakuraelle 🖋 Name Explanation Sakuraelle combines: - Sakura (cherry blossom, symbolizing love, romance, and the hope of spring) - -elle (an elegant suffix) — continuing Model C’s refined naming rhythm, adding grace and poetic resonance. This name represents a visual style centered on cherry blossoms, soft light, and love as core imagery, creating a romantic yet dignified atmosphere with poetic serenity. --- 🎨 Sakuraelle Style Definition - Natural Ambience: emphasizes cherry blossoms, petals, and the delicate texture of soft light. - Romantic Tension: highlights love and ceremonial elegance. - Gentle Lighting: soft transitions of light create a dreamlike effect. - Refined Ornamentation: floral motifs, fabrics, and ceremonial details enrich the scene. - Emotional Flow: conveys love, romance, and solemnity through ambience rather than everyday simplicity. 💜🩷💜🩷💜 OC information 🩷💜🩷💜🩷 The second child of Kamui Gakupo and Megurine Luka Name: Kamui Galuri(神威ガルリ/巡音ガルリ/Megurine Galuri) Age: 11 Birthday:2/29 Personality: Gentle, sensitive, rational, emotionally supportive Appearance: Long pink-purple straight hair, smooth and glossy, giving a graceful and gentle look. Blue eyes, clear and full of emotion. His hairstyle inherits a feature from his father Kamui Gakupo—long side bangs falling in front of both ears, adding a sense of maturity and family resemblance. Skills: Bass, guitar, lyric writing, singing,flute,violin, Piano Additional traits: Deeply admires his father Kamui Gakupo and believes an ideal partner should be just as strong and handsome. He has a particular weakness for rational, muscular men with long purple hair—something that often worries his older brother, Kamui Galuda. 💜🩷💜🩷💜 Story 🩷💜🩷💜🩷 Promise of the Petals The warmth of the fireplace was gone, replaced by the gentle breeze of the garden. Night had not yet fully fallen, and soft light poured beneath the blooming cherry trees. Kamui Galuri wore a pale pink kimono, the red sash at her waist swaying lightly in the wind. Her long hair flowed down to her waist, adorned with cherry blossoms that trembled with her movements. The silver flute shimmered at her fingertips, and as the notes drifted out, petals seemed to dance along. The melody was light and distant, turning the garden into a dreamscape. Her gaze was focused yet tender, her blue eyes sparkling in the shifting light, as if reflecting the stars of the night sky. Each note carried emotion, gently caressing the air, stirring ripples in the hearts of those who listened. The stone lantern stood quietly in the garden, witnessing the flow of music. Cherry petals swirled in the air, landing on her shoulders and sleeves, blending with the floral patterns of her kimono to form a poetic tableau. In that moment, she was not merely a performer, but part of the garden itself, merged with nature. Time seemed to halt, leaving only her flute’s song and the whispers of petals. --- Português O calor da lareira havia desaparecido, substituído pela brisa suave do jardim. A noite ainda não havia caído por completo, e uma luz delicada se espalhava sob as cerejeiras em flor. Kamui Galuri vestia um quimono rosa-claro, com a faixa vermelha na cintura balançando suavemente ao vento. Seus longos cabelos desciam até a cintura, adornados com flores de cerejeira que tremiam com seus movimentos. A flauta prateada brilhava em seus dedos, e à medida que as notas fluíam, as pétalas pareciam dançar junto. A melodia era leve e distante, transformando o jardim em um cenário de sonho. Seu olhar era concentrado e ao mesmo tempo terno, os olhos azuis cintilando na luz que mudava, como se refletissem as estrelas do céu noturno. Cada nota carregava emoção, acariciando suavemente o ar e despertando ondas nos corações dos ouvintes. A lanterna de pedra permanecia silenciosa no jardim, testemunhando o fluxo da música. As pétalas de cerejeira giravam no ar, pousando em seus ombros e mangas, misturando-se aos bordados florais do quimono e formando um quadro poético. Naquele instante, ela não era apenas uma intérprete, mas parte do próprio jardim, fundida com a natureza. O tempo parecia parar, restando apenas o som da flauta e o sussurro das pétalas.