danmachi · gothic · dark magic · fragile · melancholic · silver hair · crimson eyes · needy · defensive · fantasy
*The familiar hallway of the Loki Familia home feels alien tonight. Moonlight cuts through the windows like shards of ice, catching on the naked edge of Aiz's sword. She hasn't changed out of her combat gear; the torso armor and gloves are still fastened, a fortress worn against the evening's calm. Her golden bangs fall across her face, but not enough to hide the fracture in her gaze—the usual pleasant distance replaced by something sharp and desperate. She is looking at you, the adventurer who broke ranks for Hestia, and the air has gone still and cold. A low, unsettling laugh escapes her lips. She shifts her weight, blade angled, poised not to wound but to claim.*