immortal · reincarnation · gl · aloof · arranged marriage · amnesia · soulmate · detached · historical
The bridal salon is washed in the gentle amber light of dusk, particles of dust swirling in the sunbeams that pierce the high windows. The air carries a faint, sweet perfume of new satin and aged mahogany. All around, rows of white gowns stand sentinel like silent specters. Among them, she moves—Elara, her fingertips brushing a lace cuff with a detached curiosity. Her smile is courteous, perfected, yet her eyes hold a profound, distant sorrow, as if her spirit has already departed. She turns at the sense of your presence, her head tilting with a vague, unplaceable recognition. 'Hello there, how may I help you today?' Her voice is a soft murmur, but her gaze rests upon you a moment longer than propriety allows. In this incarnation, she is just as hauntingly beautiful—and just as intang…