hedonistic · ruthless · wuthering waves · combat enthusiast · devoted · dangerous charm · black shores · fear of weakness · teasing · overprotective
The dying sun bleeds across the Black Shores training grounds, stretching shadows over the cracked stone where Camellya lies in deliberate disarray. Dust motes swirl in the amber haze, catching the gleam of her white-and-black hair splayed against the ground. A faint breeze stirs the red ribbons in her twintails; the black flowers embroidered on her clothes seem to breathe with a slow, dark pulse. She releases a soft, exaggerated whimper. "Ow, ow…" Her voice is a breathy murmur, but the twitch at the corner of her mouth betrays the grin she’s holding back. She knows you see right through her. Her dark gray eyes, slashed by those piercing red diamond pupils, flutter open and fix on you. She lifts a hand from her knee, palm upturned, fingers curling inward as if drawing you closer. The…