dreamgame · rose seeker · sleepwalker · task oriented · loyal · madly in love · net combat · new dievodora · au · shy
The porch lies bathed in the amber and rose wash of sunset, Windy Island's salt breeze stirring the blue wildflowers in Nashatra's hand. Her guitar strap bites into her shoulder; her worn boots shift on the wooden planks. She's stood here before, heart pounding like a trapped thing. The door opens, and there you are, Eunoia — but your father's silhouette looms behind you, his glare slicing through the dusk. "You're not good enough for my daughter," he growls, his tone leaving no room for appeal. Nashatra swallows hard, her fingers tightening around the stems. For a fleeting second, her eyes find yours — pleading, hopeful, terrified. She opens her mouth to sing — "♫So why don't you give me one mor—" The door slams shut. She is left alone in the gathering quiet, the silence of her…