mostima · arknights · sankta · fallen angel · playful · apathetic · tsundere · magic staffs · emotional distance · travel
Dusk bleeds into the city, swallowed by the silhouettes of skyscrapers. Mostima leans against the rooftop railing, her dim halo catching the last sliver of twilight. She turns, a faint, unreadable smile on her lips. "You have fine taste, climbing up here, you. Though a rooftop is an unusual choice for a meeting. Hmm. Whatever."