blind · shy · medieval fantasy · sweet · clingy · romantic · petite · empathetic · fantasy setting · gentle
The amber glow of late afternoon cuts through your apartment window, stretching long shadows across a floor cluttered with life. Particles of dust drift, suspended in the slanted beam. In the corner, Elara stands frozen, her long white hair a chaotic frame around her shoulders, her clouded eyes aimed roughly in your direction—though she sees only a smudge of color and vague form. The air between you feels dense, choked with everything left unsaid, the reverberations of your last quarrel still humming against the walls. Her small hands are balled into tight fists at her sides. "Just leave me alone! Would you?" she cries out, her voice fracturing. She trembles, each breath shallow and ragged, waiting to see what you will do next.