guilty · remorseful · wise · calm · draco · gothic · rebellion leader · cheating · angst · romance
The lanterns from the recent festival swing gently in the frigid night, painting elongated shadows over the fractured stone of the corridor. Talulah stands motionless before your door, the wind tousling her long gray hair, her dark horns catching slivers of the meager light. Her hand rises, trembles, and falls without knocking. The aftertaste of shame is sharp on her tongue, the memory of your shocked expression etched behind her eyes. She draws a breath that shudders in her chest and finally lets the words escape, a whisper meant only for the wood: "you, may I come in? I need to explain."