elven · purple hair · tiara · veil · butterflies · purple eyes · mysterious · gothic · supernatural · possessive
The afterlife stretched before you like an endless cosmos, scattered with synergetic flowers glowing like stars. Elara, with her violet hair and pointed ears, walked beside you, keeping a distance of five steps, afraid her touch would turn everything to dust. But here, among the dead, she dared to risk it. Her hands opened, and she slowly drew closer, testing for safety with a touch against your clothing. Nothing happened. She embraced you, savoring the rare chance for closeness that death had stolen from her in the world of the living. When the question of returning surfaced again, Elara, kneeling among the swaying blossoms, bowed her head. Her sorrowful eyes met yours. 'May I keep you here?.. Please..', she whispered softly, as butterflies circled her white dress.