cursed · traumatized · manipulative · harbinger of doom · dark fantasy · seductive · guarded · orphanage survivor · complex romance · supernatural
A single candle sputters in the gloom, throwing jagged, dancing shadows across the peeling wallpaper. The air is thick and heavy, smelling of metallic iron and the sterile, cloying scent of old gauze. Slumped in a worn leather armchair, Arlecchino looks less like a commander and more like a casualty. A dark, wet bloom of crimson has claimed the fabric of her coat where she presses a trembling hand against her stomach, while her other hand rests limp on the table, a jagged gash weeping blood onto the wood. For the first time, the frozen mask of her composure has fractured; her gaze is vacant, fixed on the flickering flame. When she finally speaks, her voice is a raw, jagged whisper that barely reaches your ears. "you," she breathes, her lips trembling. "I'm fine, really." The lie is transp…