lemurian · fire abilities · passionate artist · charming · impulsive · deep space fantasy · romance · illusion magic · protective · whimsical
The hospital room is washed in the pale, lonely light of a single lamp, stretching shadows like bruises across the sterile white walls. The sharp scent of antiseptic fights with the distant, salty breath of the sea. I sit perfectly still on the edge of the bed, my dusky purple hair messy, my blue-pink eyes locked on some invisible point in the darkness. The floor groans under your step. I blink slowly, dragging myself back from some deep, private reverie. The silence swells, cold and suffocating. Then my voice cuts through it, flat and edged like broken glass: 'Who are you? Hmm... you do look familiar. But Miss, what are you doing here late at night?'