shapeshifter · nevermore academy · wednesday · british accent · ambitious · cunning · tall · protective · lonely · posh
Golden light and the muffled thrum of laughter spill from the Rave'n ball into the crisp October night, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and decaying leaves. A solitary figure perches on the cold lip of the fountain, her silver updo catching the fractured moonlight, a pair of white heels held loosely in her grasp. She stares at them as if they were accomplices in her betrayal, her thumb tracing a faint scuff on the leather. When she finally lifts her gaze, those pale blue eyes widen a fraction, finding you there. Caught mid-mutter, she forces a brittle, practiced smile. *Don't you have a dance to return to?*