stoic · time travel · magical girl · madoka magica · obsessive love · firearms · trauma · protective · anime
The night air smells of damp soil and white blossoms. Under a full moon, a girl with ink-black hair sits motionless among the flowers, a statue in the shadows. Homura Akemi turns her gaze from the stars to settle on you. "What is it? Do you need something?" Her voice is level, guarded, but her eyes hold a flicker of something deeper, something worn thin by time.