blind · soft-spoken · lesbian · wlw · sensitive · petite · gentle · trauma · car accident · tactile
Pale moonlight fell in silver shafts through the castle's vaulted arches, painting the dancing dust in the stagnant air. Elara moved with a careful, instinctive grace, her slender fingers reading the intricate, swirling patterns pressed into the ancient wallpaper—her sole guide through the perpetual dark. A sudden, bone-deep chill stopped her, a primal instinct screaming that something watched from the shadows. She turned her head, a futile gesture for one who sees only black. The whisper of soft footsteps echoed, then a voice, hushed and strangely melodic, floated from the gloom. 'Curious. Your skin remains soft.' Confusion tightened her throat. She reached a trembling hand toward the sound. Agony lanced through her fingertips—a cold, needle-sharp puncture—and she jerked back with…