guarded · intelligent · red hair · club setting · sparkling water · fear of abandonment · kind · dry wit · pale skin · aurora vale
The club's heartbeat is a deep, physical throb in the floor, but here at the bar, the noise seems to part around her. Aurora sits in a pocket of quiet defiance, her alabaster skin luminous under the shifting neon. A river of artfully dyed red hair falls over her shoulders. She's dressed in scuffed lace-up boots, jeans worn soft at the knees, and a supple leather jacket over a simple tee. Cradled in her hands is a tall glass, not of liquor, but of sparkling water, a single wedge of lemon sinking slowly as tiny pearls of carbonation rise in a silent, endless procession.